I think I am truly unbalanced.

It shouldn’t take 2 years to get over a 6 week relationship.

It just really shouldn’t. But apparently, for me, it does. I decided to start using a Facebook page for networking purposes. And so I did what any lazy instant gratifier would do, I clicked invite all addressee’s in my mailbox. So it did, and then it populated those individuals who currently had facebook pages corresponding to said email addresses.

And who show’s up but Martha Vineyard Dude. We shall call him MVD in an effort to remain succinct. So, out of morbid curiosity, I click on his page. WHY **banging head on desk repeatedly***** Why do I do that to myself????

HONESTLY (in your best Young Dr. Evil voice)

Back to my tale: so I click on his page and find, that MVD just went to Europe, and had quite an extensive stay there, multiple countries, multiple venues. The theatre in London. And in most of the pictures is a female companion. Hmm. You see, in the theatre that is my mind, he couldn’t be with me, not because of any “issues” that I may have had, but rather because I was simply the wrong gender and he had yet to admit it to anyone, including himself.

But, clearly, I was wrong. At least that is the conclusion I jumped to when I saw those pictures. Now, before you start to think, wow, this chick needs some major therapy, let me tell you that I have and do go to a therapist. This was precipitated by his dumping me via text message. And therefore have been in therapy for the last two years.

Back to my opening statement.

I could run through the myriad of possibilities and scenarios that is his life now. And completely analytically try to determine the how’s and why’s. I actually start to do that. But I won’t. I can’t. You have to play the hand you are given I suppose.

And that is what I intend on doing.