What happened to you?  Another guy?  Sanity? Scorching ghonnorhea?  You are the bar against which all other women are compared.  Why were we so dysfunctional?  Why are we still?  I think I’m getting better though. I’m dating a bit, but no one’s lighting a fire. I keep wondering if it’s you, the bar, or me, the retard.  Either way it’s my issue to deal with and I’m working through it. Just because I won’t be your putz doesn’t mean I don’t love you.