On Monday, I was greeted on Facebook by the name of an ex. He was the boy I was going to move to Oklahoma to be with, upon I deciding I was in love with him after a terribly stalkerish romantic Thanksgiving weekend during which his mother probably put vooodoo curses on me or peed in my turkey gravy (I think she was serious about me sleeping on the couch… oops.).For the record, I “fall in love” very easily, and can name at least 4 other people during that year and a half I said I...
