Today I was reminded of another reason why love is a cunt. Your past follows you around everywhere you go, and not in a good way. I had this conversation today with a guy at work who knows my ex:-

"Are you still playing the singles game?"
"Yes" (feeling like absolute Bridget Jones loser of the land)
"How long has it been since you broke up with J****?"
"Erm, about a year and a half."
"Do you reckon you'll get back together?"
"No - it's over."

So not only does my ex think we should get back together, but so does everybody else. Even some of my own friends have told me that "sometimes you just have to settle" and "it's not always going to be butterflies".

Hmm, but a even a moth would be nice once in a while, or a bluebottle come to think of it - I'm not that fussy.