How do you men always know?
This is not the first time I have felt the need to voice my frustration on this charming little trait of yours' and I know that this will not be the last.
But really, enough is enough.
No joke, all men have an internal alarm that starts ringing as soon as a woman starts to get over them.
Remember the finale of Sex and the City? Carrie is about to move to Paris with Alexsander Petrovsky and Big shows up?
"You do this every time! Every time! What? Do you have some sort of radar? Carrie might be happy, it's time to sweep in and shit all over it?"
Truer words had never been spoken on that show.
And while I am not moving to Paris with a Russian artist, I am moving on with my life. My own "Mr. Big"'s alarm started ringing this morning.
Texts and phone calls were sent my way that I proudly ignored. Then he appeared. At my branch.
It was an emotional trainwreck in which I was almost reduced to tears in the 28th street Olive Garden.
Why can't we train men to ignore that alarm? They ignore so many other things...