Every time I buy something to eat at work that I could have just as easily prepared at home, I get a little disappointed in myself. But you know what, it could be worse.
Today is the first day that I haven't felt really crappy about the Charles situation. As dear Hubby put it, it grew legs and walked away from me, and now that I have some experience with this, I may do some things differently if this ever happens again (please no, Universe).
I notice that this has affected the way I deal with men at work. The bookstore guys are completely safe, and the security dudes are all being very kind and solicitous of me right now - they always have been, but it's much more obvious lately. But the students, employees from every other department, people I see walking around on campus, are all a big nope from me: limited eye contact and small talk and warmth, and absolutely NO sense of humor. More than feeling threatened by any of them, I just feel dumb. I thought Charles and I were friends. So, no friending for a while.
But I'm not sad anymore and I'm not really afraid and the anger is fading. It's all good progress.