Phone conversation with Harvey approximately 10 minutes after breakup:
"You know what my worst problem is?" I sniffed. "I just spent $7.99 on a box of magnum condoms. What the fuck am I going to do with a box of magnum condoms? It's not like I can save those for the next guy."
Harvey laughed. Deep belly-aching laughed. "If that's your worst problem, then you are going to be just fine. BTW, I love you for saying that."
Phone conversation with Mike, a married confidant and co-worker of mine from two completely separate companies, regarding the breakup:
He sighed, "Fine, Sarah. I'll date you. I will get a permission slip from my wife and date you. If polygamy ever becomes legal, I am taking you on as my first second wife, so you better get ready."
It seems easy for the committed guys to see that I'm a healthy, dateable girl. How is this getting lost in translation to single guys?
On the first day last week where I felt normal again:
I handed my boss a report I'd been working on. She studied me. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Because you look awful."