After saying adios to David, and getting over the sexy fireman fiasco, I again took a little break from dating.

“If you don’t like someone, the way he holds his spoon will make you furious; if you do like him, he can turn his plate over into your lap you and won’t mind”.

A wise person once said, “If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.”

My other grandma was taking bids from anyone who seemed interested (I am surpised she didn’t make fliers with the title, “Desperate! Single! Lonely single Mom seeks husband!”).

Primarily, the mind can forget many things; but once something is in someone‘s heart, it is unforgettable.

I can’t help but feel the old ache in my heart coming back as I sit by the sea and look out over the big, blue water that seems to go on forever.

Like any person who has been slammed into the dirt, time and time again by love, I tend to hold everyone that I date now accountable for past love’s penances. Is it unfair? The answer is yes. But, so is life, and for damend sure, so is love.

I don’t know about you readers out there, but attraction to a person doesn’t just fall away when you break up. Although many of us wishes it did, it simply doesn’t..

There, his profile picture sat, with a smile with the whitest teeth I have ever seen and dimples that could make a woman’s heart melt.

I sat there, feeling my heart beat in my ears, feeling his chilly hands dance over my back, lifting my bra. “Just breath, Helen. No worries, just breath”, he softly told me as he continued on his discovery.