Prologue

Guess what?  I'm single.

Again.

Before you go getting all up in arms (or, heaven forbid, sappily sympathetic), it was mutual.  We (separately) decided that neither of us is assertive enough for the other, and that we'd be better off as friends.  as with all my previous relationships, I've known that it was over before it was.  I'm pretty well on my way to being over it.  Not quite considering thinking about dating again, but past the "Crying at Every Other Song on the Radio" stage. 

So, moving on.  That's why I'm blogging.  It's been nearly two years since I've been a Singleton.  I'm somewhat out of touch with myself; I need to get hold of her again.  I also realize that, although this one was pretty close, I still haven't found the Right One.  And I think this might be because I don't really know how to function in a healthy relationship.  Or how to meet people, for that matter.  (Yes, I am that girl.  The one who brings a book to a party.  And reads it.)

So here, dear reader, is what you're getting into.  One recently-single-again gal trying to get over the last guy and start dating again--and doing things the right way.  Yes, you've heard this story before at least a dozen times.  So have I.  But really--who's going to stop telling it for a silly little reason like that?

And now, I'm going to go eat my ice cream.