why do I listen to silly rules about when to sleep with someone, when to call, when not to call, when to text, what not to text but choose to ignore what is arguably the best dating advice ever given? In the works of Carrie Bradshaw “am I a masochist?”

also discovered today, the best way to cure a romantic “burn” (we won’t call it heartbreak, there weren’t as many feelings or much time involved… Or for that matter…) is cooking, talking, coffee, Wegman’s samples, whiskey, cookies, and sushi. And maybe pizza. (Yes I am still counting points. It is not pretty…)