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![]() The Talk
I wholeheartedly feel for those men who break up with women by email or
over voicemail, figuring out when they won't be home so they can avoid
"the talk." I'm one of them, the female version, and I'm sure there
are more of my kind out there. A number of times I have just stopped
talking to guys, hoping they would put the rest together. Since I never
referred to them as boyfriends, I figured it I wasn't required to break
up with them.
A few years back I began dating a guy from Japan who eventually
wanted me to meet his family. A trip to Japan costs a thousand dollars
or so; he wanted to pay and that can make a girl's reasoning get a
little cloudy. Apparently flying to Japan and meeting the parents equals
a serious relationship--for me, this bit of information didn't
translate.
During the next year or so, I considered calling it quits, using the
phrase "we need to take a break." Saying "break up" tends to bring
on fighting and begging so I hoped he would realize that a break is just
a nicer version of a breakup. I was soon spending a few months in New
York and my boyfriend surprised me by buying a ticket to visit. My
reaction was an unenthused "oh," which isn't the worst response, but
is pretty high on the list. I believe "no" is the only one ahead of
it. I spent a few weeks convincing myself I was excited, but thinking
about this guy spending almost a thousand dollars to see me when I was
pretty happy on my own only made me bite my nails.
The tricky thing about New York is that there are a lot, a whole lot,
of jewelry shops. This inspires some people. Passing one, he asked me
how I felt about "promise rings." I rolled my eyes. He confessed he
"really kind of liked the idea." Unfortunately, I just don't
understand the point. If getting engaged is the same thing--and it
pretty much is--then why add another step? Plus, I lose rings, take them
off to wash my hands somewhere and never see them again. I'm just not
one of those ring girls.
Standing at the curb the morning he was leaving, he said he could see
us living here someday--together. I decided to not be the girl who broke
up with her boyfriend over the phone or through an email. And when you
see your last chance sometimes you just have to get out. The shuttle
pulled up, his bags were in and I spit out "We need to break up" and
"Have a safe flight," as if no other sentences were more made for each
other. In hindsight, I suppose doing this over the phone would have been
more economical.
Ending things like this, I'm sure I have a huge karmic lesson coming
my way. The last guy I cut loose found out when I said we could get
together later that night--I went out with friends instead and never
called him back. I guess we should be happy if a guy at least goes
through the trouble of actually telling you it's over--and just
hope you never have to spend a grand to find out.
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