I know they were together for four years.  I know they were engaged.  I know they lived together.  I’m not worried that Greg is going to leave me and run away with her.  But I’ve grown so weary of the remnants of her presence. 

I’m sick of her wedding dress hanging in his closet.  I’m sick of her mail coming to the house.  I don’t want to hear minute details of how she lived her daily life…I don’t really need to know that she only shaved her legs up to the knee or that she had leather seats in her car or that her grandma was nice or what size clothes she wore.  I hate that picture that’s laying on the floor under his nightstand.  I want her name to stop coming up in conversation.  I’m just tired of being reminded that she was there.

Just trying out the functionality of a new plugin…

Check out the e-card I got this morning…

The picture was two puppies touching noses, and it said, “There’s no one else I’d rather be beside.”

And then the personal message said, “I think that you are beautiful!  I think that you are the most special person that I have ever met.  I love you, I love the way you are, and I love being beside you.”

This man…where has he been all this time? 

Right now he’s sitting at his desk at work, ruining my eye makeup!

…but I’m feeling completely insecure right now.

I’ve met Greg’s parents for the first time this weekend.  Not only do I want them to like me, I want them to like me much better than the last girl he introduced them to.  Not sure how far I’ve come in that particular endeavor.

I guess in the spirit of honesty I’ll admit that it’s the last girl he introduced them to who’s the source of my insecurity. Tiffany…the girlfriend of four years, the ex-fiancee who’s seven years younger than me and probably that many times prettier.

I’ve kinda been hung up on this ever since Greg related a conversation that took place between two of his colleagues, one of whom knew her and one of whom did not.  The one who knew her remarked to the other something to the effect of, “You should have seen Greg’s last girlfriend, she was a hottie.”  I found her MySpace page…and sure enough she is.  Long hair, great skin, perfect teeth.  The whole sorority girl thing.  Makes me feel every bit of my nearly-36-years-old-with-dimpled-thighs self.  Makes me wonder if Greg’s colleagues now talk about how much prettier his new girlfriend isn’t.

Yes, I absolutely know I’m being silly.  I know that Greg loves ME.  I know that there are innumerable, wonderful reasons that Greg is with ME and not with her.  When I told him how I was feeling, he told me that outside looks don’t really matter, I’m beautiful, I’m a good person inside and she wasn’t.  And you know, God bless him for being honest, but he really didn’t have to say that she might be prettier than I am, but that he’s probably not as attractive as her new boyfriend either.

I’m turning out the light now.  I hope these ugly feelings are gone when I wake up.

I did have a delicious thought earlier, though…I’m tempted to take that damn wedding dress out of Greg’s closet, list it on eBay and send her an email inviting her to bid on it…

Decided it was time to freshen up an old blog with a new look…everyone let me know what you think…

I have the best boyfriend on the planet. 

I realize that statement may come as a shock to many, as I have not updated this blog since shedding the title of miserably single.  At some point in the near future I will detail how Greg and I came to be, but for now its enough just to say that we are. 

At any rate…to be christened with the Best Boyfriend designation he did something incredibly thoughtful and as a complete surprise…he showed up to my office and announced he was taking me to lunch for Valentine’s Day!  We went to Sonic and shared a cheeseburger and fruit smoothies, and it is quite possibly the most romantic meal I’ve ever had.  MUCH better than any flowers!

Thanks baby, for being who you are.  I love you!