Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.


I was struck by temporary girlish giddiness by a friend I met up with last night, when the high was abruptly ceased when thoughts of D came into mind.

A wave of guilt washed over me, the small voice in my head telling me that I should be grieving over the 'loss' of D, before I chastised myself for feeling so - We are nothing more than friends who've tried with good efforts to maintain contact over the Net, being continents apart.

Yes, I've figured that our spark has finally fizzled out - We've not contacted since late February beside the odd emails here and there. I guess it is time to lay this feelings to rest; No point to desperately choke its throat for the final few gasping breaths.

Not that this guy, H, (whom I've met from Facebook) would be it or something, I must say. Men that hot are not meant for women like me - All that could happen between is most prolly a good roll in the hay, and then it's thanks and see ya!

I suppose that's fine with me. I'm numb about the pros and cons of pure fun vis-a-vis relationships and I've dealt with the fact that my life is not like Gigi's(Ginnifer Goodwin, from He's Just Not That Into You) - I will never be the exception to the rule! Doom and gloom as always, I know... But I'm blaming it on my hormones.


Fate has flipped the coin for me, and I shall but wait.