My toilet is very, very clean.

Whoever designed my bathroom should be shot. There is a shelf, the only storage place in the bathroom, poised directly above the toilet. Which means that every day I run the risk of dropping, or knocking, some cosmetic object into the toilet. Last week it was my glasses, I had to run them under scalding water and anti-bacterial soap before I would wear them again. Today, the eyelash curler tumulted to its doom. I fished it out and rinsed it off, but unhappily I think its going to have to go. I can't stand thinking of what kind of bacteria might still lurk there should I miss a spot when cleaning it.

Now for more on my brilliant solution... The solution was "get over it" I know that may seem rather ridiculous, to just say "get over it" and then expect it to happen. Sometimes though, you're ready, you've been waiting for that brave moment when you can just say: "Eh, I think I'm done". I am, I'm done whining around about how he doesn't love me. There are so many more pleasant things I can think of doing. I will, however, stay friends with him. We ARE friends, best friends. I love him dearly, its simply time to move on. We ran some errands together yesterday and had dinner. After a few glasses of wine we were fooling around on the couch, then straight to the bedroom. Started off great, but both of us kind of backed off after the initial lust wore away, there was just no use in doing anything else. So we climbed off each other, snuggled together, kissed a little, then I went home. A little sad I suppose, but I think its time. Sorry to those who were hoping for a fairytale ending.