This Is Not Hope.

It is Resignation.

B Facebook-friended me last night. I accepted, and much to my credit did NOT immediately e-stalk his girlfriend. I did look at a few of his photos until I realized that the girl that kept popping up was probably her, and rubbing salt in the wound was not exactly at the top of my To Do list.

This morning I had a message. Nothing serious or profound, just a silly, sleepy something from late last night.

And as I sat here groaning to myself "Damnit, why do you have to be so perfect?" it suddenly hit me. In my gut, I knew. For good or for ill, this is going to be EE all over again.

I say this with much trepidation, for I certainly don't want to be "That Girl" again.

I shall just have to ride this tide and see where I wash up.