My son once told me that being adopted is like being in the witness protection program. Divorce is like that too. Your past is wiped out. You're supposed to forget it and move on. Be someone else. Erase your history. Good thing I'm not in the witness protection program because I'd be fucking failing and would have a bullet in my brain by now.
So here's the score: 30 yr. marriage--over. 4 month relationship--over. Coffee date--lukewarm. Dinner date--no indigestion; just bland. Full moon Athens/internet/telephone romance and possible friendship--over because I felt like burning a bridge out of spite. Internet and telephone correspondence: over due to the fact that I'm not OVER the divorce. Internet correspondence--over because I'm not OVER the divorce. Okay, I admit it, I'm not over the divorce. So sue me.