All I am saying is that it's not fun meeting the right person who's home is so far away. I guess my advice is although you can't choose who you fall for you can choose how you handle the situation and maybe some things are best left where you found them but if you're like me you often have to take the chance to find out.
I'm glad my heartbreak happened when it did, early on enough for me to realise it wasn't just my feelings that mattered. If you've been heartbroken, you'll know what I mean and if you haven't? Well, just pray that when your time comes it's swift and fixable - and that it comes before you break too many hearts yourself.
In a situation where a person finds themselves 'dumped' the chances are they are unlikely to be of sane enough mind to walk down the street without collapsing in a crumpled heap, much less, select a suitable aromatherapy treatment. They will feel rage, they will feel fury, they will feel a burning resentment and bitterness for every man walking the planet.
In the car the phone is hooked up to loud speaker and a call comes through as we whizz through an underpass. It's a woman's voice, high pitched and breathy, speaking in an unknown Eastern European language. They have a short conversation and after she hangs up I start giggling and ask who the hell it was... "It was my wife" he said flatly.
Indeed, love probably means as many different things as there are people - from the unselfish care of a Mother Teresa to the heart-pounding passion of star-crossed lovers Romeo and Juliet. Yet with Valentine's Day upon us it's the romantic variety tugging at our heartstrings, especially if we lack that special someone to share it with.
Happy New Year is it? My arse! It's only a fortnight into 2014, and I've just been dumped, like countless thousands of other people in January. I've become another statistic - another soul cast adrift on a winter wreck of broken hearts, created by the likes of Divorce Day, Blue Monday, and oh heck, just because it's THAT time of year.