Y'all, I met with MW yesterday.  It was something I needed to do, for completely selfish reasons.  I met him at a coffeehouse, we made small talk for about 30 minutes, and then we started discussing our relationship and what happened.  (I won't post the details here, as that's really just between the two of us.)   After about an hour, I had this sudden realization that he wasn't The One, and not only weren't we going to get back together, I didn't want that.  So I walked out of the coffee shop on him (I did tell him I was leaving).  That was probably kind of bitchy, but a.) I can be bitchy at times, and b.) Dude broke up with me over e-mail, so really, he ought to be able to forgive that. 

I am still sad that the relationship ended, because I did enjoy being with him.  The overall lesson?  I would have told you that I am happy being single career gal for the rest of my life.  Now, I am happy with my life, and I am comfortable in my own skin, but I do want to share my life with someone.  Point?  I will take some time to heal, and then I am getting back in the dating pool.  What does this mean for you guys?  Tales of bad dates.  I seem to collect those.  Maybe later I will tell you The One with the Guy Who Couldn't Get Back Into His Own House After the Date.