I had coffee with an ex-boyfriend last weekend. My move featured technically two ex-boyfriends, though at the time I was in some pretty spinny denial about the one. Sometimes I think my life is kinda like "My Boys," but all the male friends are exes. That's an exaggeration, of course. No way I'm as cool as PJ, and I barely remember the last time I hosted a poker game. Sigh.

This is not a post about heartbreak. This is a post about what comes after. For me, for the past 7 years, what came after was, "Next!" I have been The Queen of Dust Yourself Off.

It always seems to me like knowing what you want will make things so much better. And yet, once you get there – no matter how long THAT takes – you soon find that knowing what you want is more like a first step in a process. And getting there is the real nightmare. I remember in my 20s when I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. If only I could figure it out, I reasoned, then everything would be so much better. I ached to be rid of the quest to figure out what I wanted.

There were some great posts about friendship in the BlogHer Sex & Relationships BlogHer Blogs this past month! And what I really love about these posts is that they feature practical advice and tips. For example, MaryanneLive asks, "Got Friends?"

The thing about unrequited love is that it makes such a great story. Just this past month I became obsessed with “Eastwick” – Which features, among other things, an opening storyline of unrequited love in a local newsroom. Of course, Will St. David returns Joanna Frankel’s love. That’s half the fun in Fiction Land. Two people who are crazy about each other – or will be once somebody finally says something. Ross and Rachel from “Friends” come to mind, too.