After my little meltdown on 10/26, I was able to grab the reins of my rampant estrogen-fueled emotions before things got out of control.  I didn’t confront him.  I didn’t deem the relationship hopeless and run.  I didn’t do anything.  Well, that’s not exactly true.   I took my profile down.  I didn’t remove it so that I could immediately tell him he must do the same – I just took it down and didn’t say a word.  He didn’t ask about it, either.  I checked his profile today (yes, I’m weak!).  His profile is gone now, too.  That feels good – I’m happy today.