Friday, June 3, 2011

Breakin' up is hard to do

I've had some crappy break-ups over the years: via email, via phone, via ignoring. There was a man I dated for a little over a year, and I was weeks away from asking him to move in. Shortly after our one year anniversary, he told me he was looking for the woman he was going to marry, and he was sure it wasn't me. Wow, that burned. Bad. Frankly, I'm still a little upset about it, despite the fact that he was right. We were just not compatible.

But this kid was pretty straight forward about it. He didn't apologize for being a jackass, but appealed to logic. Birthday sex is the best anyway. Well played, but badly spelled. Ah, playground love.

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