It's different with him, Mr. R, versus, let's say, oh, The Virgin Bartender, who still frequents the halls inside my head, despite not seeing him on the street of late.
I say that chemistry doesn't mean anything in the long run, but it sure as hell seems to mean something in terms of getting a man who I stopped seeing two months ago out of my head. I know all the reasons he is wrong for me, and I now spend my time with Mr. R, who I can talk to and runs with the same artsy crowd as me and is realistic and loves coffee and asks me to dinner as well as about my day. He is what I want. He is what I need.
So why can't I stop thinking about someone else?
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