It just gets better and better.[for those who haven't read yesterdays entry, jeremy my ex since March 28 asked his girlfriend of a month and a half, Amanda to marry him) This morning I worked my usual 7-3 shift at the restaurant. I was in a good mood. I had put on my new HINT OF CHERRY lipstick and worn my new horseshoe necklace (yes,I'm copying Carrie from sex and the city, my favorite show). Who said that a good shopping trip couldn't help a blow like your exboyfriend announcing his engagement...was probably right. But I felt pretty good. But then at 7:30, guess who walks in, Jeremy and Amanda(mrrrrr!). I swear my heart stopped at that moment. I had to plaster a "this isn't fazing me face". I wonder if it was at all believable. If it wasn't bad enough that he brang her, it was bad enough that he brang her and six assorted bridal magazines. So I realized there wasn't a whole lot I could do so I forced a big fake smile at Amanda and said "Congratulations, by the way". This is a huge step since I have never acknowledged Amanda's presence since I knew that her and Jeremy were seeing each other. They of course sat in my section and they stayed there for forty five minutes paging through there magazines.It was forty five minutes of pure agony. To me this was the equivalent of eating a seven course meal in front of a starving man. I want to get married though I have given up hopes of that.I've given up hope with the opposite sex.I'm just going to have my artificially inseminated child when I hit thirty. Who needs a man?