Drink some wine

After having something rich like steak, wine only felt like it just made SENSE. You fetch a glass of it, and curl up on the couch. It would be nice to watch a good movie. If only you could know ahead of time which ones are good... {if Total Wine >=3}Today's weather was nice. You actually appreciated the view on your commute. Maybe a nature documentary?{endif}

Eventually you settle on a romantic comedy, cause it has Ryan Reynolds, and you remember him shirtless in Blade one or the other. --Not that that matters, of course, he probably won't do it again OR be in that sort of shape. But it's not IMPOSSIBLE either..? Not that you can't enjoy it anyway?

Half an hour later, you're crying your poor, little eyes out. These fuckers, they made it half comedy half tearjerker, and they played you like a fiddle. Of course it's no help that you finished your wine fast and early. In a way, it feels good to cry? If anything, they were mean because they reminded you about how nice relationships can be. You were doing pretty good because you just plain forgot that they're something special! Not just idiots hooking up. You know that, you never didn't know that, but it made you FEEL that feeling again! Of when you're happy and in a relationship and everything is wonderful and where is Pop-Tart... ... ...

Once you finish annoying the shit out of Pop-Tart, smothering him with love and tears and maybe a few boogers, you feel... satisfied. Like you worked some shit out.{if Total Wine >=3} You remember what the girls at work said about introducing you to somebody... and that you're actually super pretty and guys like your shape... if only guys knew, cultivating it is the easy part. It's getting rid of it that's the hard part... although, if you met the right man, you wouldn't need to do anything and he'd like you as you are, and of course you in turn can get what YOU want out of a relationship... maybe even as MUCH of it as you want? Whatever may... come to mind?{endif}