I’ve always believed there ought to be a network for the love-lorn, patterned after Alcoholics Anonymous, devoted to helping those who are crippled by broken hearts. Sure there are enough of us, I think. People who would benefit from a buddy system for the moments when you catch your sweetheart with his arm wrapped around another woman, or when he doesn’t call for days, or don’t receive a text message back, or when you see in his eyes that he’s already started to forget you. The moment of doubt you wearily check the phone, for like the 3rd time in the last hour, call your Sponsor who will talk on the phone with you for hours like a seventh grade girlfriend, draw you a dart board with his face on it and take the ache away.

But instead you stare the phone hoping The Force will kick in and will him to take a step and contact you. You’re not supposed to call unless it is an emergency, which in my case would mean I just saw on CNN a meteor is headed straight for his apartment and….I do like the boy.

And now I’m trying to figure out this puzzling moment. Can a person you never knew you wanted to know slip unannounced out of your life?

DUH!