I have been a bit of a hermit since Lex and I broke up. I haven’t been in the mood for dating. Initially I kept myself busy with friends, parties, activities, and dieting. (There is no better revenge than living well and looking fantastic!) But eventually the false gaiety grated on my nerves more than being alone. So I decided to just “be.”  The first 2 weeks were fantastic. I enjoyed my own company so much that I

Of course, I don’t learn my lesson. I went to the spa on a girl’s night out with one of my great friends. I had told Lex a week before that I had planned it, and of course he doesn’t forget a thing. So he met us in the lobby. He was actually quite sweet as always, which is the problem.  Every time we see each other, we have a great time together, are very compatible, and things feel very… easy and relaxed. There seems to be a deep connection between us which neither of us seem to be able to either commit to or abandon. It leaves us swinging in limbo. And I suspect that I am the one whose feelings are most likely to be shredded, just hanging there for all to see in