Fat. Single. Ready to Mingle.

Merely wrote the title and already I've lied twice. I'm not fat. And I won't be doing any sort of 'mingling' in the near future. I am however single. Newly single to be precise (rebounds please form an orderly queue).

Buy hey, time heals all wounds right? Wrong. Distraction. Distraction heals all wounds. It's never easy to forget your first love, the one you believe to be your soulmate, or simply the one you're damn right obsessed with. Suddenly finding yourself with too much spare time on your hands, unable to listen to certain songs or watch certain films, because they were 'your thing'. (Anyone else noticed that Ron and Hermione's romance has suddenly gone from being cute to nauseating? Just me?)

But in the 26 days since I became a single pringle, I've watched the entire box set of J.J. Abrams' Lost, read 'War of the Worlds' from front to back, set up a blipfoto account and colour co-ordinated my wardrobe. And slowly but surely, I've stopped checking my phone every 2 seconds for a text I'll never get, stopped stalking his Facebook page, and simply started moving on with my life.

The ex in question has informed me that his 'distraction' is playing Call of Duty on the PS3. I'm pretty sure that was the distraction when we were together also but whatever works for him.. idiot