Where's Trixi?

After much thinking I decided to stop fooling myself. I heard Tim call me his girl the other day. We're dating. We're an item. I feel all happy and warm and delicious when we are together.

No more worrying about what Trixi would have said, might say, did say. She broke up with him and I can have him. I'm going shopping tomorrow to buy him a Valentine's Day present. I love to shop. No more deprivation. Fun here I come.