That time hasn't quite come.
I actually got to sit and watch a Grey's Anatomy re-run tonight. Course, it was new to me because I ditched my TiVo and haven't been home on a thursday night since February (well, if I was home, I was doing other things, and if I wasn't doing anything productive, football was on. For the express purpose of reminding me why television blows).
Watching those skinny little actors run around in their scrubs and have their little life/hospital issues still brings back memories for me of how difficult it was to be on the other end of a relationship with a resident. And watching it still makes me just a little sad. Its been over six months; yet those sad feelings still came back -- even though I did everything I was supposed to do to shake them.
Don't freak out. I'm not pining away for him. Or talking to him. Or thinking about him (unless I'm watching tv, of course). It just strikes me as a bit weird that he can still interfere with a good night of mindless tv.