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No sturm, no drang.

I don't want you getting the wrong idea, of course. Yes, last night's post was probably angstier than necessary, but really I'm fine. Considering how much worse I could have bitched & angsted (and, in the past, have been known to), it was a pretty mellow post. I usually avoid too much angst--and certainly too much finger pointing--as it rarely helps. It usually only ends up making me look whiney and lame. Not sexy.

The title referred to that--that the post could have been so much worse. It also referred to the fact this guy was a pretty good find--heartening evidence that there are good guys out there I get along with. It may not have worked out quite to my liking, but frankly, it was still kinda a win.

I think what really had me more upset was that I didnt' need to feel so upset and knew as much but still felt upset somehow. Besides being counterproductive, I knew feeling so frustrated was largely unwarranted. And yet my emotional mind often wins over my otherwise rational brain.

So yeah, it was less the guy having a life of his own. It prolly sounded like I resented him for that. Which, as otherwise noted, would be counterproductive if true. And silly.

Truth is, I've had some other dates recently that were real nice, too; there are, in fact, other fish in the sea. My ending up married foreverz with kittens with this guy isn't the only chance I'll have at happiness in life; nothing of the sort. It's still hard to remember that, though. Especially when the hurts are fresh.

Oh well, last night's post still managed to get more views in one night than most posts get over a week or more! That's probably not such a great thing. Oh well.

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