So as I came back from my run today, my 90 year old neighbor, Marie, stopped me to talk. So of course she asks me, “So, you have a boyfriend right?” I laughed. She goes, “Why are you laughing, a pretty girl like you should have a boyfriend.” I continued to laugh and said, “They are all buttholes, Marie. They are jerks.” Marie then went on wondering why guys today are so different than the guys from her generation. And during this whole conversation, all I could think of was him. And all the anger and hurt I have in me. And all I could do was laugh.