Perscription: Read and take grain of salt, call in morning

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(aka, from MSN)

ok, so a guy breaks up with the love of his life, and it's all he can do to move on with his life
he really can't see how things will every improve from where he's standing
He vows to completely forget about the girl that he loved.
And so he sets out, trying to find something to fill that gap
a few months pass, and he happens to meet another girl
totally different from the last one
and it's love all over again
he can't stop thinking about her, talking to her, singing about her...he's smitten
Eventually he asks her out on a date, and they meet at a classy restaurant - a table for two
Everything seems perfect
he can see that glint in her eye, he knows that he can't go wrong
They talk, and the more they do, the more he realizes that she's just as in love with him as he is with her
Their conversation starts getting serious
Suddenly, between bites of chicken and penne with alfredo sauce, she tells him flat out that she is in love with him
He doesn't know what to say
It's the thing he's wanted all his life
He would jump up and down for joy if it weren't for the snobby waiter decanting the bottle of 1974 Merlot two tables over
All his internal organs rearrange into the shape of a heart
he can't help but smile
They realize that this is what true love is meant to be!
They talk more, and the weather starts to change
He doesn't notice it at first, but the barometric pressure of his heart is dropping, and it's picking up speed.
What is it that's causing this?
Then he understands everything
that table that the waiter poured the merlot for?
His ex is sitting at the table
she nibbles at a chef salad
as he watches, suddenly all the suppressed memories come flooding back to him, like the first sip of water a man has when he escapes a desert
He continues talking to the woman in front of him, but he realizes that it's not the same
Nothing can change the desires of the unconscious
As much as he wants to love this woman, the one who has come right out and told him that she is madly in love with him
he can't do it
He stops talking
He doesn't know why this is happening.
All he can do is stare at his medium rare steak soaking in it's own blood.
Does the woman notice his change?
He knows that he can't pretend
How can he say it to her?
That maybe there's something two tables over?
He looks at the woman he thought he loved, hunting for that spark in her eyes that captured his heart such a short time ago
trying to find the reason that he fell in love with her
but she has become transparent