Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

I am an idiot. I have been played in a way that I just didn't know possible. If all had gone according to plan, I would be rendezvousing with New Boo. We made plans and I rearranged my schedule to accommodate an appointment with him. What an idiot I am. I believed him. I trusted him. I actually thought he wanted to spend some time with me. How stupid am I. Not only has he gone radio silent, I decided to call him. Found out that he's been using a Google number for me and that he has a regular iPhone number. How stupid am I. Of course I called and left messages on both phones. Why not. Even though I'd love to hear from him, I know I probably won't. He wouldn't give me that satisfaction.

What's the worse thing you can do when you're lonely? If you said, "Go to a singles event, get drunk, and tell your ex that you miss him," you'd be right. Here I was thinking I was over New Boo. Here I was thinking that I'd finally moved past the bane of my existence. Here. I. Was. Thinking that I was ready to put myself out there. As my grandmother would say, that's what I get for thinking. One of my friends suffered a breakup like the one I had with New Boo a few months ago. Because I know exactly what she's going through, I committed myself to trying to help her get past it. One thing she really wanted to do was go out and meet men. When the singles event came up, I was like, sure...I'll go with you. Mistake number one. I should give you a little backstory. New Boo and I have been low-key texting for a couple of weeks. I thought it was harmless because my heart wasn't involved. Mistake number two. Once we got there