You always hear about those horrific break-up stories, people being left at the altar, finding him in bed with your sister AND your brother, or a myriad other ways of being spectacularly and thoroughly dumped. I never really believed them, but now that I'm in my twenties these flaming breakups are no longer legends but actually happen. And they don't need to be theatrical to be horrible. Like the time this guy told me he really wanted to be with me, but a night and 7 rounds of sex later, was like "oh actually, nevermind." This can also be a forum for both breakupper and breakupee. I once broke up with someone at a playground at night listening to another couple have sex. It went sort of like:
Me: So, I don't think this is really working for me.
Couple having sex less than 20 feet away: Oooooh. Ahhh. Give it to me.
Boy being broken up with: Gulp.
So let this be a testament to all of the awkwardness, the misplaced bodily functions, the misunderstanding and ultimately, the unraveling of our collective dignities. And in this way, at least we will get to laugh at it. .
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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