The Downside of KPH

The problem with having a speedo readout in kph and not miles per hour is that tonight I happened to pass R-Place (the ridiculous gay club I frequently allowed myself to be molested at because it was my then-girlfriend's favorite place to dance) because it was between a hot dog stand and the entrance to the highway when, as I was about half way past, it occurred to me that my ex might be in line, and--not learning my lesson from five minutes prior when I turned my head to stare at a girl and realized I could have gotten into an accident doing so--I turned my head and stared at everyone in the line to get into R-Place, even though absolutely no good could come of it, and then saw a white girl with long hair who could possibly have been her and she was with a guy, which made me a sad panda and I flew around the area on the highways cranking the throttle open farther than I've dared before, until I and another car, who was possibly racing me, were blitzing through the tunnel and it felt like my rear wheel was developing a wobble, and I have no idea how fast I was going.

I also have no idea what I'm supposed to do about the wobble.  I started skimming through this video but it was too boring to finish.

I can tell you that those kph numbers really go up fast.  Like it only takes a few seconds to skip right through the numbers you haven't seen before to the numbers you're not sure you're comfortable seeing.

I'm pretty sure that since I've not over her by now, there is something I am doing wrong.  Super wrong.  I don't know what it is.  I wish there was evidence based science that I could find on what things helps a person move on from a relationship quicker.  Like eating at a certain time of day, or fasting, or certain kinds of hobbies, or getting shitfaced a certain number of times, or playing scrabble with strippers, idk.  I can't think of any experiment that I can do by myself that would provide data of any value.  Every relationship is so different it seems impossible to get a control. 

The good news:  I went to a haircut place and they fixed my hair.  The difference is absolutely astonishing.  The girl cutting my hair looked downright annoyed when I told her about trying to cut it myself, so in the future I'm going to leave that part out and make up a story about a disabled third cousin with special needs who is learning to be a barber or something.  Such a person would probably still have done a better job than me.  Also, for a second it seemed like the girl cutting my hair was trying to get me to ask her out.  She asked if I had summer plans and I mentioned wanting to kayak and she made some comment like "I love doing that!" and I felt, for only a second, that I was supposed to ask her out.  However, when it comes to someone who is an employee of an establishment, or whatever, I don't feel guilty being cautious.  Especially since I need her to cut my hair.

Anyway.  The bad news:  the girl from PlentyOfFish that I am supposed to have a date with tomorrow isn't texting me back.  Maybe she was asleep all night, or on a date with a different guy she met on PlentyOfFish (who I wouldn't be afraid of, because they are all jobless dickbags that live with their parents), but it could be I screwed up my text game.  Who knows.