You know you're getting over someone when the person on your mind is the guy you met in the club last saturday, and not your recent ex.
Very strange feeling.

I'm trying to remember just how messed up he is, how much baggage he has, and how guys like that always tend to like me because I am sorted, caring, and (in club terms) v v 'normal'.

KEEP UNINVOLVED is what I say.

In the meantime he has the cutest blue eyes and face....