Beyond the excessively bloody scenes of last nights episode, there were some serious personal realizations amongst our favorite hospital staff — most of which were centered around some kind of loss. Whether it be the loss of a patient or significant other, everyone seemed to be seeing things a little more clearly.

I guess we all saw the Izzie/George thing coming. (I mean I totally predicted that would be over within a few episodes.) I did, however, expect Izzie to do the breaking-off, not little Georgie. Although I’m deeply relieved that they finally called it quits (because of how painfully apparent it was that they weren’t going to work out), they did both lose their best friend, which is kind of sad.

Then we have McDreamy and Mere Mere. This has been one long ass rollercoaster of committment issues, confusion, and emotional unavailability (to name a few) and you’d think I’d be happy that Derek is finally realizing how Merideth really can’t give him everything he wants. But I’m not, I’m more like, “Noooo, Derek! She’s finally coming to her senses and seeing what an amazing catch (yes, I said catch) you are. Don’t give up now!”

Then again, Merideth realizing that she doesn’t want her Doctor seeing other ladies might be a short-lived wish, since we know how indecisive she is. I dunno, I couldn’t help but feel like my father is cheating on my mother when I saw Derek locking lips with that Rose chick. I mean come on! I’m not ready for this saga to be over. Read More »

Sometimes it happens immediately, sometimes it takes a few weeks or even months, but no matter when you first realize you despise someone you’ve hooked up with, the realization is enough to knock even the most confident girl off her feet.

Astrologically, I’m really not supposed to get along with Aquarius males in a relationship setting.

Never one to let Astrology get me down, however, a few years ago I decided to hook up with a guy who was a mystery except for his sign (Aquarius, of course) and his choice in college parties (the dirty, loud dorm suite we first met at should have been an indication of things to come).

After a few tipsy run-ins that spanned a few weeks, I decided to cut ties with the dude because A) he was kind of stupid and B) he wasn’t very good at anything that involved the female anatomy. As the months wore on, and classes changed, I ended up finding myself in not one, not two, but three classes with the guy.

Initially, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, we didn’t talk much when we were hooking up, so it wasn’t really awkward to be around him, and any emotional attachment I may have felt by accident had certainly faded away by the time I realized his ability to dress himself matched his ability to make conversation. Read More »