I went on a lunch date today. It was nice to get out and meet someone new. My coffee is her tea. I’ve never dated a tea drinker. I’m thinking she’s really into the healthy lifestyle which I strive to be someday. She teaches English and I find myself thinking too much before I speak. I’m fascinated with brilliant minds and I wonder if they are just as brilliant in bed. Today was the first time the thought has actually crossed my mind. I must confess I’m still not over my ex. It’s been nine months and I can’t get her out of my head. I truly believe that we are meant to be together and because of this belief, I humiliate myself consistently. This past Saturday night I was spewing at the mouth how I love her. I don’t remember the exact words but I do remember feeling nauseously ( not a word, I know) vulnerable. I will blame the alcohol.