I thought I was dealing quite well with the breakup quite well. I started going out with co-workers and a high school friend that moved to town. I even started dating and was juggling as many as three different guys. I've narrowed the 3 down to just one and have been dating just him for the past few months. The new guy, Q, is a great guy. He brings me flowers, he enjoys going to see Broadway shows, he loves going out and having a good time. He's got a good job and goals set for himself. He opens the door for me, he even manages to tolerate my nutty best friend. My co-workers, family, friends, all love him and tell me what a good match he is for me. Did I mention that he's incredibly gorgeous? I mentally agree with said co-workers, family, and friends. I KNOW in my head, but for some reason my heart just won't listen.