Lynne & Megan's Night Out

Sort of.
We dressed up to have a steak dinner in a gym decorated with cheesy cut out hearts and the host running around making sure we were sitting "boy-girl-boy-girl" to encourage us to meet members of the opposite sex, fall in love, get married, and assist in the world's over-population by pro-creating. Now, we're all for this, this marriage and baby thing. However, I'm pretty sure that the paper hearts, crepe paper and conversation starter cards at each place setting are not going to help me find my life partner. (I'm not kidding about the cards...who has such a hard time thinking of things to say that they need help with a conversation starter...NOT ME.)
Anyway, Megan and I were sitting with Ace and Dan. Things were pleasant enough (note: we didn't need the conversation cards) when Mark comes to sit at our table. I think we'd all agree that Mark's not a bad guy. He is male, so we have to allow for some level of clueless-ness which he takes about 5 minutes to display. He asks me if I've talked to Tom, my ex of 2 months lately. Enter: stabbing pain in my chest that was maintaining a manageable (though not comfortable) dull ache up until this point of my day. It's now been upgraded.
Thank you Mark, for reminding me that I'm single against my wishes at this lovely Valentine's Day Dinner, which Megan is my date to.
To add injury to insult, as soon as I get home and Megan leaves Tom sends me a text message. That kind that says I love you and miss you but just can't be with you. Enter: tears, stage left.

So the question for the night is this....
A) Am I upset Mark brought up Tom in front of our whole table
B) Am I upset Tom wasn't my date
C) Am I jealous of all the happy couples who were there
D) Am I hurt by Tom's text messages
E) Do I laugh it off and go to sleep
F) Do I cry
Answer: all of the above

On a lighter note: Thanks for the waltz Dan. Next time remember right, left, right, left. It's just like walking. Both feet have to touch the ground before you can take one off of it.