what the hell 2000

March 2023. What? How? I last updated this blog in November 2017. I had already stopped making bad decisions at that point so why continue?

Well, I kept it so I can talk about THINGS. What specifically? Great question. My last post on here regarded a diary entry from 1999 that was RIDICULOUS, and I just located said diary so I could remember WTF I was talking about. So, why not continue on this journey?

First, lets watch the intro scene to the controversial movie He’s Just Not That Into You. (I say controversial because I know a shit ton of people hated this movie but if you take it for the basics and face value, it is kind of hilarious.)

I would like to highlight this specifically:

Here’s the problem: He likes you too much. You’re too pretty and too awesome. He can’t handle it.

All the other excuses are equal bullshit, but I’d like to provide this excerpt from my diary from January 17, 2000. (Background: I was talking to my friend Rob* on AOL IM and mentioned I didn’t like The Matrix and his response was that he couldn’t be friends with me as a result.

*not his real name

Couple things:

  1. I had a huge crush on him but he had a huge crush on someone else.
  2. We were not in any position to be dating (geographically and otherwise)
  3. He was probably kidding, but my dumb ass took him for his literal word and flipped out.

Now to the excerpt from my diary:

I hope Dave and Tiff were right – he needed an excuse to not talk to me anymore because he liked me too much.

To everyone in this situation except for Mr. Matrix:

Liking someone too much and as a result using that as an excuse to not talk to them anymore is…not a thing.

Picking up on January 23, 2000:

As for Mr. Matrix, he can’t end what we have over a movie and if he does I hope he realizes he is being stupid.

He can’t end what we have…what we had was NOTHING. We worked together and both had crushes on other people and bonded over that and then at some point I thought having a crush on him might be easier.

It appears my frustration peaked when I got super specific this one day.

At the end of the entry, I channeled my internal Chandler Bing.

Sidebar: My handwriting used to be so legible, now it is LOL.

Spoiler, I wrapped this up in April 2000 and then just didn’t keep a diary but tune in for the next edition of Delusional College Freshman of 2000!


Bitch, what? Volume 1

I’m dying. Not literally. But I found my diary from my freshman year of college, and it’s a train wreck. Before I even got to the first entry, I opened the diary to see that, on the inside cover, I wrote out the lyrics to Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls.


Why, you ask? Wonderful question.

This specific lyric: “A thousand other boys could never reach you. How could I have been the one?” This may or may not refer to a guy who, at the time, I thought was the be all end all of my life (but who is now waiting tables at like, a Chili’s, and doesn’t have a license due to numerous DUIs). In high school (and almost all of my 20s), it was hard for me to let people in, especially guys. So when Mr. Baby Back Ribs swooped in, I felt all bajiggity.


This feeling of bliss lasted approximately two weeks before he hard passed on our situation and I was left with nothing but morose song lyrics.

It was bad – this happened at the end of my senior year of high school; and well into my freshman year of college I was still pining over this idiot rather than trying to shift my focus to guys at school who were present rather than 1,500 miles away and probably forgot I even existed.

The first entry of this diary was December 26, 1999. Even though I was in my freshman year of college, I spent a lot of time talking about my failed crushes from middle school and high school – you know, to set the stage.


This little excerpt is where I started laughing and dry heaving at the same time:

Second semester rolled around (1997) and that was when I truly believed in love at first sight. I met (name redacted) in my gym class. He supposedly liked me, but by the time I finally got up the nerve to ask him out, he told me he was “grounded.” The truth was, he was going out with someone else. This was probably the beginning of March when I asked him out. I wouldn’t talk to him for at least a week until he finally apologized. Then we were friends in a  very casual sense of the word.


Okay – first of all, (name redacted) was obviously a fucking liar. Second of all, I had a crush on like 19 other people at the same time, but he was always in my top five. He was so messed up – he played more than just me, and then started dating Skanky McBitchFace for quite some time until she cheated on HIM, and it was all just a giant disaster. Moral of the story – gym class sucks.


Oh, but it gets better. At the same time I was pining over (name redacted), my friend Whitney asked me to help her in the drama club with props for a play they were working on. I said yes because there was a senior, Chad, in the play who I had a crush on. However, at the end of the first rehearsal is when I laid eyes on Someone Else. Immediately, I decided I was in love. (I remember very distinctly that Someone Else gave me a ride home from rehearsal one night and “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls came on the radio and he started singing and I pretty much figured life would never get better than that.)

And then…

At drama festival in March, I wigged out when he was all over a girl from another school. That was pretty much the worst day of my life.

Just so there is no confusion, this March I keep speaking of is March of the same year, 1997. So I was equally obsessed with (name redacted) and Someone Else and had already decided I’d experienced the worst day of my life because Someone Else spent the day pawing over a girl from another high school whose name escapes me because who cares.


Now it gets ever more cringeworthy – first of all because this is something I wrote about as a freshman in college and it is all high school shit and second of all:



I met Mac. I had a crush on him and so did my friend K. K and I both had a crush on this guy D, but he liked me so we had maybe a four day fling (we never even kissed) but I liked Mac more so I ended it. Then D asked K to his prom (which I wanted to go to because Someone Else would be there). K dumped D for Mac because he liked her and then it gave me an excuse to go back to chasing Someone Else.

They all had my phone number – I wonder why none of them ever called.


After I wrap up the last two years of high school, complete with writing the most cliché shit ever about Mr. Baby Back Ribs (something about my emotions being too intense and complicated to explain), I proceed to list out all the guys I had kissed up to this point (WITH COMMENTARY). Probably because:


Some highlights (names withheld):

…Well I don’t know his last name, it was one kiss.


…UGGH (this person now has a joint Facebook account with his significant other – bullet dodged)

…sometimes revenge is the worst idea (thank you diary for reminding me of a guy I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT)

…We all make mistakes

As you can see, I was making bad decisions as early as 15 years old.

And yes, I covered all of this in the same entry, 12/26/1999.



Golden Girls vs. Cheers – Which daughter had the worse fiancé?

OMG you guys! I can still log in to my blog. This thing still works! I know I’ve been MIA for about a year, but I am back, finally, although steering away from the topic of bad dates since I’m in a relationship with a pretty amazing guy.

So what am I here to talk about? I’m glad you asked!

Most of you know that my favorite show of all time is The Golden Girls (I own all seven seasons on DVD and went to Rue McClanahan’s book signing in Chicago in April 2007). The other day, one of the Twitter accounts that I follow posted something that got me excited because it was something I decided I wanted to write about:

Now, I have probably also seen every episode of Cheers, and I do remember that episode well, so I decided to rewatch them both and do a little comparison.

Up first – Cheers (Coach’s Daughter, Season One, Episode 5)

The episode actually opens with Diane asking Sam if she can be the Cheers caricaturist, assuring him that if he says no, she’ll be okay with it. Of course he says no and she says she is going to do it anyway, which is one of the many reasons I always found Diane Chambers maddening.


But this isn’t about Diane, this is about Coach’s daughter, Lisa, and her Jankmaster Skeez fiancé, Roy.

Lisa is bringing him in to the bar to meet her dad for the first time (her mom has passed away) and Coach is incredibly nervous.

Lisa comes into the bar first because Roy is parking the car. She’s not what I would consider traditionally beautiful, and I think that’s obviously done on purpose. (Although I’d like to note here that I don’t think Diane is anything to write home about and she landed both Sam Malone and Frasier Crane so what do I know?)


We find out Lisa and her fiancé work together – he is the company’s top salesman (selling suits door to door! Oh, the glamour!).

Sam’s response to that is, “good for you”, because of course it is. When Roy walks in, Coach greets him with the excitement of a child about to sit on Santa’s lap.

After gleefully introducing him to the bar as his daughter’s fiancé, this is their first exchange:

Lisa: And this is my father, Ernie.

Coach: It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Roy: Feeling’s ditto, Ernie.

Coach: Can I get you a nice cold beer?

Roy: Sure, Pops.

Ugh. Feeling’s ditto? Pops? Just stop it immediately. Then again, this is what we’re working with and so maybe I’m not surprised he talks this way at all.


The next thing he does is call baseball a dead sport, knowing his future father-in-law used to be in baseball. And goes on to sing the praises of female full contact karate while hitting on Diane in front of Lisa. (Although it barely registers a reaction from Lisa, which is a different issue I suppose.)

Lisa is Roy’s district manager and he is working NJ territory but desperately wants PA – and only Lisa can give him that. Now, this is a comedy show and this episode aired in the early 1980’s, so a lot has changed since then, but nowadays, this scenario would be an HR nightmare and/or lawsuit waiting to happen.

But, I digress.


Coach, Roy, and Lisa head to Melville’s (the restaurant above Cheers) for dinner. Coach comes back to the bar first and says, “the man’s a pig.” Diane urges him not to rush to judgement too quickly and that there has to be something fine and noble in every human being, including Roy.

Roy comes downstairs (sans Lisa) demanding a beer after he’s knocked over the dessert cart.

Carla dryly asks where Lisa is, and Roy mentions she is still upstairs “settling the bill.” Coach looks irate. (Again, in the early 1980’s, this was A THING. In 2017, probably not as much). Roy’s excuse, though:

Coach: Are you saying you had her pay for dinner?

Roy (aka Mr. Top Salesman): They wouldn’t take a post-dated fourth party check.

Diane asks to speak to Roy alone, which he obviously thinks is her coming on to him. She goes on to babble about how his strong personality can’t be the real thing and that he’s probably really shy and sensitive underneath, to which he responds, “you’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

That is all Diane needs to declare him pond scum to Coach.

Lisa finally comes back to Cheers and her father demands to speak to her in Sam’s office, telling her he cannot let her marry Roy.

Lisa, however, is no dummy. She knows her fiancé is rude, generally unpleasant, and most likely only marrying her to get the PA territory. But she’s going to marry him anyway. When her father asks why, she says, “isn’t it obvious?” (No, sweet pea, nothing is obvious to Coach. He’s a dolt. He was actually one of my least favorite characters on Cheers. Just watch Coach in Love (parts 1 & 2), and it will explain everything.)


“I want to be married and I want to have children! Roy is the first man who ever asked me to marry him, and I’m afraid he’s going to be the last.”

Coach is confused by this and then FINALLY Lisa launches into how she’s not beautiful and never has been. She points out how she looks exactly like her mother, and then sees the look on her dad’s face and pauses. A lightbulb goes off – her father loved her mother and thought she was beautiful so of course thinks the same about his daughter.

This seems to be enough for her to ditch the suit. She asks Roy if he thinks she is beautiful and at first he is confused by the question but then he says, “of course you’re beautiful. you’re stylish, contemporary and you travel well.” (That is how you describe a suit, not a person, Roy. Your priorities, like yourself, are janky.)

Lisa tells Roy she doesn’t want to marry him because she wants someone as good as her father, and his response is fairly predictable: “what about Pennsylvania?”


Yes this is definitely the face of a man who is broken up over being broken up with.

Lisa basically tells him to shove it, and Roy storms out of Cheers forever, with his suit and his attitude.

He leaves everyone much happier, knowing Lisa is not going to end up with such a skeezeball and is going to strive to do better.

Horrible Fiancé Score: 10/10 (rude to literally everyone, hits on Diane in front of Lisa, makes her pay for dinner, is using her for career advancement, his tie doesn’t match his vest, and he knocked over the dessert cart)

Next up – The Golden Girls (Blanche’s Little Girl, Season Three, Episode 14)

Like the Cheers episode, this opens up with something completely unrelated to the topic at hand. Sophia laments about her horrible day working for Pecos Pete’s Chow Wagon, which is just hilarious.


Blanche rushes into the kitchen, elated to receive a postcard from her daughter Rebecca, who has not spoken to her in almost four years.

The girls press her for details. Blanche reveals the fight was over Rebecca wanting to leave school to be a fashion model. Blanche forbade it, but Rebecca ran off to Paris and hasn’t spoken to Blanche since, but now she’s coming to visit. What could go wrong?

On the day of Rebecca’s arrival, Dorothy tells Sophia that she has moved some of Sophia’s stuff into her bedroom since they will have to pair up while Rebecca is in town. The ensuing exchange cracks me up:

Dorothy: Blanche’s daughter arrives today; you’re going to have to sleep with me.

Sophia: Let me respond to that proposition the way your dates do: No thanks, I’ll call you sometime.

When the doorbell rings, Blanche is too nervous to answer the door and runs back into the kitchen, passing the honor off to Sophia. When she answers the door, she is in for quite a shock.


Sophia’s response: What did she model, car covers?

Dorothy: You’ll have to forgive my mother.

Rose: It’s just that we didn’t expect you to be this fat.

(We can always count on Rose to say something so dumb yet so sincere in the most cheerful way possible)

Blanche is obviously quite shocked when she sees her daughter, making a subtle dig about her enormous happiness that she’s been reunited with her daughter. Sophia asks Rebecca where she found jeans that size and Blanche rightfully acknowledges that with a, “SOPHIA.” Rebecca assures them that even though she has lost her figure, her sense of humor is still intact.

Blanche deflects Rebecca’s question on if she’s upset about the weight gain by saying she’s just so happy to have her daughter back, which I believe is true. As she leads Becky to where she’ll be staying (Blanche’s bedroom), Sophia throws out this gem: “Now we know why she’s staying in Blanche’s bed. We know it can support the weight of an average female and two Venezuelan soccer players.”


Blanche tells Rebecca not to worry – she is going to put her on a diet and make her stick to it. Rebecca says she doesn’t want that and is happy the way she is.

This is very interesting given that the Cheers episode was literally the exact opposite. Coach had always thought his daughter to be beautiful, while Blanche now has to deal with her discomfort over Rebecca’s weight gain, while Rebecca is uninterested in losing weight.

Rebecca: Mama, mama, I don’t want your help, I’m happy just the way I am.

Blanche: Happy? Baby, look at yourself, how could you be happy?

I think part of Blanche’s discomfort has to do with that fact that she herself places looks above anything else. Blanche’s beauty comes up in literally every episode. So I’m sure she thinks that her overweight daughter reflects badly on her.

Rebecca astutely points out that Blanche is the unhappy one, not Rebecca, and she’s never been good enough for Blanche no matter what (even when thin). Blanche relents because she doesn’t want her daughter to go AWOL again and says she does love her daughter for who she is.

Fast forward to however many nights later and a nervous Blanche announces dinner is set up on the lanai for when Rebecca gets back from the airport with Jeremy. This is the first time we’ve heard his name and no one is quite sure what their relationship is.

When the doorbell rings and Blanche runs to answer it, the following ensues:

Rebecca: Hi Mama, this is Jeremy

Blanche: Well, nice to meet you Jeremy

Jeremy: Pleasure to meet you too (at least he didn’t say “feeling’s ditto, Blanche”)

Blanche: Won’t you come in and sit down?

Jeremy: Thank you. Oh, you have a lovely home here.

Blanche: Thank you. You seem like a very nice young man

Rebecca: He is a very nice young man

Jeremy: Becky, was she talking to you?

Rebecca: I’m sorry

Blanche is immediately concerned, as she should be. Both these jackholes (Roy and Jeremy) are ramping up the foolishness almost immediately. Roy hit on Diane in front of Lisa, and now within 30 seconds of entering Blanche’s house, Jeremy has chastised Rebecca in front of her mother. WHO RAISED YOU, ROY AND JEREMY?


When asked how Rebecca and Jeremy met, she describes that it was a sidewalk café in Paris, while Jeremy says that since there were no tables left, he just sat “at Becky”.

Blanche does not approve of this either.

After dinner, while Jeremy is complimenting the meal, Rebecca requests that he compliment her new outfit, because  not doing so is not very nice.

Jeremy: Well I’m trying to be nice, that’s why I didn’t say anything.

In the kitchen, Dorothy asks Blanche how she can allow this type of abuse. Blanche is paranoid that if she interferes, it will cost her another four years, so she’s keeping her mouth shut as long as Rebecca is okay with how Jeremy treats her and that she’ll likely come to her senses.

Sophia comes into the kitchen to announce she’s overheard Rebecca and Jeremy talking about getting married. All the other girls are horrified to hear this.

Blanche goes into the living room and this is how Jeremy decides to ask for permission to marry Rebecca: Blanche, I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage. I’d take the rest of her but I’ve got a bad back.

Blanche pretends her tears are from happiness.

Next up is a spring training baseball game (at least I’m assuming, since the Dodgers do not play in Vero Beach).

Rebecca: Jeremy’s a big baseball fan.

Jeremy: Becky’s a bigger one. Becky’s a bigger everything.

Dorothy: Not everything, Jeremy.

When Jeremy makes a joke about seeing how many people will mistake Becky for Tommy Lasorda, Dorothy has had enough, but Blanche shuts her down, eager to keep the peace.

The final straw, for Blanche, though, is when she has to say goodbye to her daughter. She and Jeremy are flying back to wherever (Paris?) and Jeremy storms in, asking Becky to hurry things up.

Rebecca mentions it will be easier for their wedding if they just run off and do it, to which Jeremy responds, “that’ll be the day when you run anywhere.”

Blanche does not approve.


Blanche: Do you think you could be a little patient, Jeremy?

Jeremy: Look, I know things move kind of slow here at Sunnybrook Farm, but we do have a plane to catch.

Blanche forces Rebecca into the kitchen and asks her why she wants to marry “that lump of nothing out there.”

Rebecca: Because I want a husband, I want a family and Jeremy may be my last chance.


How sad is that, actually, that both girls think the same thing? Did the writers of this episode watch the Cheers episode first?

Then Rebecca tells Blanche to “open her eyes” because she isn’t beautiful or a catch. Again, exact same scene as Lisa with Coach. Also interesting because earlier in the episode, Rebecca seemed perfectly fine with her appearance.

Blanche points out the Jeremy is the one who needs Rebecca, not the other way around. Rebecca accuses Blanche of thinking Rebecca still isn’t good enough for her and storms out.

However, later that night, Rebecca comes back to tell Blanche that she was right and she realized how much Blanche really loves her and she can do better than Jeremy. It’s unfortunate we didn’t get to see the breakup, but I’m sure it involved fat jokes.

It’s interesting – the actress who played Rebecca in this episode was a one and done, but Rebecca as a character does return in seasons five and six. Jeremy is never mentioned. Rebecca ends up getting artificially inseminated and then Blanche uses her granddaughter to pick up a guy. Totally normal.

Horrible Fiancé Score: 10/10 (rude to literally everyone, makes fat jokes at every opportunity, emotionally abusive, and even though he didn’t knock over the dessert cart, if Sophia thinks you’re rude, that’s a problem)


The original tweet asked which episode was more touching. I have to go with Blanche’s Little Girl because Blanche had to overcome her own discomfort about her daughter’s appearance in order to stand up for her. The Cheers episode was very sweet, but Coach never had conflict about his daughter’s appearance. Either way, both dudes sucked and it is nice that the episodes ended with the girls realizing that.



Another ode to social media

Social media is the best and worst thing ever. It has helped reconnect me with friends I had lost touch with, helps me stay in touch with a lot of people who live far away from me, and is generally a fun place to share pictures, stories and trips. And then there are the times it becomes a political or social injustice land mine or the catalyst for seeing things you never should that turn you into this gal:

I remember missing a 7th grade dance because my dad and stepmom asked me to babysit my brother. I agreed, but was bummed because I felt I was missing my shot at snagging a slow dance with my crush of the hour. Well, not only did their plans get canceled, but I still missed the dance. My friend at the time, who would prove to be a big lying liar who lied, told me that said crush was looking for me the entire night and didn’t slow dance with ANYONE.

Of course I assumed this meant we were boyfriend/girlfriend. But those dreams were crushed when I returned to school on Monday to overhear a classmate telling someone how she slow danced with Crush, but it was difficult because he was so much taller than her.

This was in the 90’s, when answering machines were still a thing, call waiting was the greatest invention ever, and caller ID was what all the cool kids had. In other words – it was classmate’s word against lying liar who lied because there was no evidence of the photographic kind (whether it disappeared after ten seconds or not).

If I were in 7th grade today, I would have probably seen a Snapchat story, Instagram picture, or Facebook post to prove my friend had lied to me in real time, and wouldn’t have had to wait until Monday for my dreams to be crushed.

This fuzzy memory is one of millions that make me grateful that all of these things did not exist when I was in middle school/high school/college. I NEVER would have survived. I think about all the drama we create (intentionally or not) with social media. My teenage heart was fragile enough without it. It’s hard enough dealing with this shit now as an adult. FOR EXAMPLE:

  • The guy you are quasi dating but not really finally joins FB and does NOT friend request you, but you find out he joined by seeing that a mutual friend posted on his wall about him joining FB and match.com on the same day, so you create a fake match.com profile to see if he’s on there and an hour later after scrolling through too-many-to-count profiles realize the match.com portion of the comment may have been sarcasm.
  • Constantly having to text one of your 21-year old cousins about the intricacies of Snapchat. What does a star mean? What about a star and a heart? What if there is a firework involved? Why do chats disappear? Can you send a pic or video to more than one person without making it a story?? For something that was supposedly created for the sole purpose of people sending x-rated things to each other, this shit is complicated.
  • Having the guy you’re talking to send you a pic of something, then you log in to Facebook an hour later and see him tagged in the same photo by Possible Girlfriend Who Is Not You and You Probably Aren’t Supposed to Know About.

All of these annoying things happen, but hey, I’m an adult, so I can push the drama aside and function at my day job. If I had to see Pictures I Should Not back in high school – well I probably would have skipped class to cry in the bathroom. In fact, I used to skip Spanish class a lot as a sophomore because Different Crush had that period free so I decided learning Spanish was less important than flirting and I’d just hang out with him in the common area I cannot remember the name of because I’m OLD.

And actually when I was still living in Chicago, I went to Midway to pick up my best friend who was visiting and she was on the same flight as the Spanish teacher whose class I used to skip and she remembered me. And this was over a decade later. She didn’t mention that part – not sure if she even noticed when I wasn’t there, and I passed the class, so no harm no foul, right? (disclaimer, I do not condone skipping class now. But there was no reasoning with my 16-year old self).

This is not me saying I am giving up on social media (although I have been on Twitter less and less). I’m going to continue to use it and and accept the consequences of using it (like finding out someone you were not even friends with blocked you – HOW RUDE).

Social media and my anxiety – a hard truth

This morning, I read this piece in the NY Post about online lives vs. reality. What we post on social media vs. how we actually live. And how our friends’ posts can make us feel anxious or depressed about our own lives as we inevitably compare ourselves to others. I am definitely guilty of this across the board. My posts on Facebook and Instagram don’t necessarily reflect how I feel at the moment AND I constantly compare myself to others. It’s easier to post something lighthearted like, “I can’t wait to go home and take off my bra” than it is to post something terrible about your day like, “Well, I THOUGHT B3 and I were getting back together but then he made me split the check at the Hooters in Costa Mesa, so I guess not?”

This is where my anxiety lies. I look at posts of people happy in relationships, engaged or married, and they make it look easy. Like it was easy to meet someone, and it just worked. And their relationship is perfect, and I can’t find that. (Side note – don’t stop posting these things. It is important for us cynics to believe love is possible.)

I remember very vividly sitting in a meeting at work, in 2008, and being stressed. I wasn’t stressed about the topic of the meeting, I was stressed about how I wasn’t married yet. At 27. And now, at 34, I am no closer. Within a year of that meeting, I was sitting at a bar with a college friend who said to me, “you know you’re going to be 35 and single.” While that comment was hurtful enough, it was also said with the implication that being 35 and single is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a human.


To make matters worse, I am now second guessing every single decision I have ever made because if I had done one or two things differently, maybe I wouldn’t have lost the opportunity to have my father walk me down the aisle. As I sat in the ICU on the day he died, I knew it was my fault we’d never share that moment. And there was nothing I could do to change it.

Maybe I’m not trying hard enough. Sure, I’m on a dating site, but yesterday I got a FIRST message from a guy and all it said was, “do you want to see my penis?” (Hard pass – pun not intended)

And then while I’m trying not to try too hard because it’s supposed to be easy with the right person, there’s all the advice I get that is well meaning but unhelpful:

you slept with him too quickly

you didn’t sleep with him soon enough and he thought you didn’t like him so he moved on

you’re too picky

you’re not picky enough

don’t text him first

don’t wait for him to text you

you have to wait at least 17 minutes to respond but if you wait 17 minutes and ten seconds he’s already met someone else

if he hasn’t committed after the third date, run away

you run away too fast

don’t pressure him

but if he doesn’t like you right away, he’s just not that into you

go online

online dating sucks

get a hobby

stand up for yourself

don’t be a bitch

act casual

you’re acting too casual

stop going to Chili’s!

ad nauseum….

I am not writing this for “likes” or sympathy. I am writing this to say that if you also feel anxious or depressed or like you’re not good enough – know you are not alone. Know that it’s easier to post a picture of Newport Beach on Thanksgiving with the hashtag #luckiest than to admit you feel like a failure because you’re not with the guy who made you think, for at least a brief period, that things would be different, and work out. Know that if you feel in any way close to what I feel, that you can come talk to me. And bring wine.