I should define "good stuff." Because what was good wasn't just THAT stuff (which was AWESOME).

It was the intimacy and easy rapport, the talking, the laughing, the just laying around watching golf and drinking beer. That's why it is hard for me to let go of it - it was all around just what I like. And I guess it's been many many many years since the last time I experienced something that pleased me just right.

But I have made a vow on my girly bits to move on, and I don't make promises lightly.

So I'm working on it, I'm working on it.