The past seven days have pointed out to me some of the pitfalls of being weiblich. I know it's got to be pretty bad when I find myself moody. I went from being devastated over the breakup with Steve to wondering how long would be suitable before calling him to be friends. Bryce seems to be my fountain of wisdom fairly often, even though I shouldn't let him know that. He's the only person who's been able to make me understand how being happy with myself translates into better relations with other people. In a sense, I have him to thank for the whole relationship with Steve in the first place. Of course, that could also go to Dave (either one) for giving me such a vivid picture of how easy it seems to be to fall for the wrong guy for all the wrong reasons. I still have no comprehension of how I spent so long with the one and pining after the other.

Either way, let's raise a glass to Steve and the first relationship I've had with a man where rather than trying to convince myself I was happy, I actually was.