I was going to write about how Old T posted on her (publicly accessible) Facebook account that she likes to go barhopping, but then I remembered how she gave me a hug the last time I saw her and gave me a referral to the sweetest T in the freaking world, and it makes me miss her like crazy and want to hug New T as well, whom I would not have even known had I not met Old T. I hate feeling this way because I miss her still so much at times, other times not. And I know New T is getting sick of hearing about it.