Dago Bibliophile is peeking around corners for a bearded smarty pants.

My ex-partner of almost 7 years has already begun to date. That is a remarkably impressive and prompt recovery for someone who wanted to marry me a few weeks ago (a week after he dumped me). Well done him. His new interests are blond girls who smoke and wear a lot of makeup. He found one of them through the internets.

I know that I'm suppose to move on and not care about this type of bull crap. Believe you me, I wish I did not care about this bull crap. One day soon I wont. I promise. Just gimme a second.

In the mean time, I think I'll go find myself a doctor or lawyer or maybe a teacher... Anyone that will not be sitting around in one's underwear playing Wii and/or Magic the Gathering for hours and hours. Just as it's his time to find his dream girl, it's my time to find that bearded smarty pants who actually enjoys literature, reading and talking about books. I'll be peeking around corners and under desks for him! It's time to put on my big girl pants now, America.

Wish me luck...