Gwen and I had been on a few dates. She was a sweet girl, but the chemistry just wasn't there. I arranged a "let's just be friends" date at a local coffee house.
From the moment we sat down, I realized that it would be difficult to accomplish the task I had set for myself.
She said, "So I have a great idea: let's go to Vermont for the weekend!"
Ulp. I'd rather go on a date with Weird Al Yankovic to a clowning convention in Afghanistan.
I leaned in. "Gwen, you're really terrific, but I just don't think that things are going to work out."
She cocked an eyebrow, confused.
I clarified, "Between us."
Her mouth opened. "What? You're breaking up with me?"
Uh-oh, spaghettios! Damage control! I said, "Well, it's not technically a breakup, since we were never really boyfriend and girlfriend–"
"You're breaking up? With ME? I... uh... well..." her hand went to her forehead and she wobbled to her feet, "I just... okay... whoa..."
I stood up and stepped toward her. "Gwen? Are you okay?"
Far louder than necessary, she said, "Oh, I'm better than okay!"
She ran out of the coffee house and into the street, where a black Honda stopped short, but not short enough. It bumped lightly against her, but she retained her footing and stumbled along to the other side of the street and out of my life.
9/22/2009
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HAHA! That reminds me of that Seinfeld episode when George tried to break up with that girl unsuccessfully...too funny...
ReplyDeleteActually, a date with Weird Al Yankovic to a clowning convention in Afghanistan sounds fun.
ReplyDeleteWow, that poor girl...
ReplyDeleteit actually sounds like its made up from a Seinfeld episode. "Stopped short?" Weekend in Vermont, "You're breaking up with me?
ReplyDeleteGreat writing..
ReplyDeleteGreat "I" have been "Published too" apparently high standards reign in the realm of internet.
ReplyDeleteUh-oh, spaghettios! EPIC
ReplyDeleteWow, I think the author showed a real lack empathy, or even manners.
ReplyDeleteIf the woman thought that they were boy friend and girl friend, there's really no reason to correct them, since things were about to end anyway. Taking the time to point out that you didn't take the relationship as seriously just belittles the other person.
Also, the fact that someone got hit by a car in an already stressful situation should be treated with sympathy, not ridicule.
Kinda heartless, actually. I'm surprised that she didn't beat you to posting her side of it here.
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