Yes, it was a hard pill to swallow, but after a few very strong amaretto sours, some dramatics and maybe 21 gummi bears I think I'm going to be ok.

We met. We talked. We're going to be friends. Not "together" again, but friends.

I think I can live with that. It gives me closure.

We talked for about an hour, and it felt like we were old buddies just meeting for a regular beer after work.

It felt good.

And then we separated, and I was alone. The leather seats in my car hit my legs like sheets of ice.

And I didn't know what to do next.

I figured something out.

5 hours later, I'm back where I started.

But it's time to move on.

I bought Mitch Albom's new book tonight.

Maybe it'll lead me to some enlightenment.

Maybe it was a waste of $20.

I'm hoping it's the former.