She's been married, widowed, and found a new boyfriend all since the last time I went on a date. I feel like I should be bothered by the fact she complains more about being alone than I do, but I'm not bothered. But then the fact that I'm not bothered kind of bothers me. I feel like maybe I *should* be bothered.
=sigh= I've come over all melancholy again. Someone pass the bonbons?
"It's an ear