Say 'cheese'.

We were waiting for the others to go off together to a birthday dinner. She smiled at me knowingly, and asked if I was dating someone currently. Because she had noticed the past few months that I look happy and have been dressing up. She also thought I should have photos taken at dinner since I look good. (What a queer thing to say...about the photos, that is.) And she said something else interesting: That men find a happy woman attractive.

Later, she asked if I had gotten over him yet. I said I had, a long time ago. And I remembered too that I had told myself quite early on, to cut my losses ASAP, because I knew he was, and would never, be coming back. So, I should just move on.

Actually, getting over him wasn't quite as difficult as trying to be happy (in a general way) again. Maybe I've been unhappy much longer than I thought, even before the break-up. Not that I wasn't happy WITH him. I was. But maybe I wasn't happy with MYSELF, and haven't had the time to really do something about it until the past one year. Now, THAT, is queer.