Foiled Again

So, I am suffering from what I believe doctors call a broken heart.

I must have committed some major transgressions against the universe because she is not happy with me.

A.J. called, said he was a bit of a mess. Seems he met a girl just days before me. He went out with me never expecting he'd find us both so alluring.

"Alluring? Well, thank you very much. I like compliments. You're not so bad yourse ... Wait a minute. Another girl?"

Oh no. Here it comes. Watch out--it's the other shoe dropping. And it stepped right on my poor heart.

He's such an amazing man that he can't juggle two girls--doesn't even want to try. He's a one-woman kind of guy. Says it's not fair to anyone, so he came clean, because he wants to give his attention and affections to one girl. That means somebody's got to get to steppin'. She got there first. I'll give you two guesses as to who is getting the boot.

My heart hurts, honestly and sincerely. It aches when I breathe. I've been disappointed before, of course, but I always knew it was coming. This is far, far worse. I had settled into the idea of finally-you're-27-years-old-for-crying-out-loud-it's-time-to-fall-in-love-Val. But, seems the universe has other ideas.

I know what you're thinking. I'm thinking it, too. "But, you just met him. Surely you can't be all that upset."

I can't explain it, my pretties. I'm chalking this up to the same mystery reason why I'm scared of Don Knotts. It makes no sense. Yet, it's there.

Well, let's lift our glasses to the happy couple, shall we? They deserve a solid start and maybe karma will quit kicking my ass if I can muster up some good wishes for them. I hope this other girl realizes just how blessed she is.

For now, the broken heart/lonely/you're making a dire mistake because I'm the best there is songs are pouring from me. And, the girls and I are heading out for Cinco de Mayo. I've already told them to expect little from me. I don't even want to drink. Now you know I'm in sad shape.

Well, hey, on the upside, we got some great photos last night.






In the Comments section, give me your best cure for a broken heart.