Six-thirty in the freakin’ morning, by phone. Usual ‘I think we should see other people’ spiel. I said, “Okay,” turned over and went back to sleep. Woke up two hours later and realized the phone was in the bed with me, so it wasn’t just a weird dream.
I think he was expecting a more energetic reaction (hey, I thought it wasn’t real) because I found out later he’d been spreading horrible rumors about me all over his school. Asshat.
Wow… that’s a great strategy, I’ll have to remember that.
Phone rings, middle of the night.
Ernie: snort, snort, snuffle “…Hellooo?”
Bert: “Hi, it’s me. I think we should see other people.”
Ernie: “…Bert?.. yawn…what?”
Bert: “I’m going to date other people, so are you, is that all right?”
Ernie: “…I think I was dreaming about rubber duckies…”
Bert: “Is that all right with you? Can we start dating other people?”
Ernie: “Okay, Bert… Other people. … We’ll date rubber duckies.” yawn
By the time Ernie realizes what happened, too late. That’ a better strategy than dumping someone in a public place – like when they’re at work – so they can’t make a scene!
And both of mine used the “Uh, but we can still be friends, right?” line on me. Yea, sure, you just broke up with me for your ex boyfriends, can’t see why I’d be bitter about that. :rolleyes:
The stupid little Mommy’s Boy I wasted six months of my life on dumped me via e-mail. He said that he was too tired of competing with my best friend and Madonna for my affections. Yeah. Because Madonna and I are definitely a hot item. :rolleyes:
It was just as well, though, because I was having sex with another woman anyway. She dumped me while I was at Ottawa’s Gay Pride Day, two years later. I kept trying to call her and she wouldn’t pick up because she was introducing her new girlfriend to the kids over dinner.
Karma.
I had one who was a repeater. She called and told me she was coming over one night, and she arrived with her best friend. She said we needed to talk, so we went upstairs. There she told me she was moving to Springfield, Illinois to live with some bikers. She was, afterall, a biker chick - she ran around with’em, her brother was a biker.
And she did a biker chick thing; she told me her best friend, waiting downstairs, would be my GF now. Didn’t work for me, and she left.
I was terribly depressed, but over the next few months I managed to get myself into a band that was popular in Southeast Texas at the time. We worked a lot - every weekend and sometimes through the week. I was feeling much better.
And I’d quit smoking the day she left town in the hopes of getting something positive out of it.
And then, after a few more months, she reappeared. Communal living biker-style wasn’t as utopian as it had seemed. Dating the drummer in a local hot band was much preferable.
Just like the first time, the first six weeks or so were idyllic. Of course, I started smoking again. Then the wheels started falling off. On my birthday, she asked me to come over, as she had something for me. It was a ten speed bike. She already had one and we went for a long ride.
Several miles from her house, she tells me she can’t see me anymore, don’t come back to her house, goodbye. And rides away.
Of course, the bike tourned out to be hot.
Bummer, again. Several weeks later, I moved into a large house where the landlord rented to individuals, but you lived there as roommates with shared common spaces. In a couple of weeks I had a new roommate - guess who?
Houston is not a small city. She’d previously lived about 40 miles away. No, this was not coincidental. No BF/GF thing this time; she just needed help with various things, like a telephone.
I was hospitalized for a couple of months, and that’s where my memory of her ends. She disappeared somewhere around then. The whole thing took about two years.
That was 30 years ago.
A few months ago, she contacted my brother through classmates.com, asking him to put me in touch with her. I declined.
Near the end of high school I started dating a friend of mine. That summer he moved to Houston to live with his “uncle” so he could get his shit together. He came down and visited a few times and everything was fine, and then he came down and visited once and we went over to the friend’s house he was staying at to hang out and when we walked in, he was there, along with his new girlfriend.
Nice.
He barely spoke a word to me, even though we ended up outside together for a very uncomfortable 10 minutes or so. To make things worse, she was one of the most irritating girls I’d ever met: she constantly talked about all of the drugs she did and instead of saying “Bye” when she left the room, she’d say “Peace, pot and microdot!”
He ended up getting her pregnant and the next time I saw him, about 2 years later, he’d come out of the closet, so it’s not like we would have lasted or anything, but still, call me and tell me you’re bringing your new girlfriend with you!
You know, I very old and wise man once told me something a very long time ago, that I’ve never forgotten and learned to take to the heart. It went something like this…
" Theres an old saying that goes “the Darkest Hour of the Night is always right before a Brand New Dawn”. What this basically means is …for every one chapter that closes in your life, another one is bound to open. No matter how bad things may seem right now, things happen for a reason. Sometimes some of the worst things happen to people for some of the best reasons. God above most likely has someone lined up for you that will make a far better mate than the person you just lost, and the pain you are feeling right now is Gods way of making room for the future love to come along…I would just simply leave my fate in the hands of God above and let him work things out for you. He can see farther into your future than you can 
I can assure you of one thing for sure…Things will get better, and when they do you will surely evolve as a stronger person.
Hmm … many years ago I was seeing a fella whom I met through a “Church thing for singles”, we got on like a house on fire, and were venturing into the interesting phase, when we were out one night in a pub, yakking on about Monty Python (as usual), I recalled one Gilliam cartoon that I’d found particularly funny and he was astounded that I recalled it so well (this was pre-VCR), I shrugged and said I remember seeing it on TV, and he said “but that was 10 years ago!!”. I looked blank and said “and … ?” he stares at me, and asks “How old are you!!!”
“24”, his mouthful of beer was sprayed over everything in a 10 foot radius. “how old are you?” I asks quietly. “19”. He avoided eye contact for the rest of the evening, and I never saw him again … 
'Nother fella I was building a relationship online with, tells me he’d had a huge fight with his ex GF and they were no longer talking to each other. He sends me a text one evening - just as I was about to go to the pictures, so I texted him when I got home, he asked about the film and I told him it was brilliant, and he says “gd, cuz me and ***** are going 2 C it 2morrow”. ***** being his ex GF that he doesn’t speak to any more … Oh they weren’t just still talking they were still everything - having patched up after that arguement … :mad:
Not me but someone I know was engaged to a fella in the [British] military, they went to some Christmas “do” out in the middle of nowhere (about three weeks before the wedding), they walk into the room and he announces to her and everyone else that the wedding was off. She was stuck there all night because her only way home was his car … (Although I gotta admit that having known the woman for 5 years I’m not surprised he dumped her in that manner).
“best” one I ever heard, a woman in a LTR with some fella, an envelope drops through her door one morning … an invitation to his wedding, to another woman.
“I think we should split up” I never asked for an explation, an never got one.
My favorite was when I was 14 -
boy - So do you wanna stay together?
me - whatever.
Ahh, young love!
I sure did, but I bet this is a far more coherent telling, seeing as it’s been a year and a half. I still can’t wrap my mind around how he could have done that to me, but in the long run it’s probably a good thing. It still sucks, though.
First serious relationship, and only time I’ve been dumped.
Awesome guy, we’re great together, never fight, but towards the end I had sensed something was amiss… but, I loved him, and I was going to stick it out as long as he was willing (about a year in the end).
So one sunny day he comes over early morning, as usual, plays video games & snuggles with me for a while, and then starts talking about how he’s worried about his dad (who had recently had a heart attack/stroke/something) having enough money for hospital bills. Then he goes on to say that he’s going to start working a lot more to help his dad pay the bills. And that as a result, he’s not going to be able to see me very much, so he doesn’t think it’s worth it to be together anymore. I cried & cried & CRIED & cried, completely baffled as to why we couldn’t just make do with any time we were able to have together, and he left with head hung and that was that.
Except that he went directly from there to a mutual friend’s and told him the real reason: that he thought he was wasting his life sitting at my house all the time. Why he couldn’t have just told me THAT instead of some unbelievable bullshit about his dad’s bills & not being able to see me, I still don’t know.
After giving another girl (who I worked with ) a ride home from a Christmas party that I didn’t go with him to:
“I’m a confused boy”
No, you’re an asshole.
It wasn’t creative, but she dumped me while I was taking care of her kid. We were living together, and I was her child care provider as *she * buzzed around town with a tree-trimmer who had a motorcycle and access to large amounts of cocaine.
Once I put it all together, I left. Unfortunately my cool relationship with her kid ended then too. This was twenty years ago, and I may be remembering things a bit out of sequence, but that’s the bare bones of it. I see her now and again, and we are both cordial. My wife still thinks she is…someone to avoid. I agree.
Setup: we are high school students, and live about an hour apart, so we don’t see as much of each other as we’d like. Quite literally, in her case:
Her: So your parents aren’t going to be home for another two hours?
Me: At least.
Her: So how about we…it becomes unmistakably obvious that she wishes to have sex. Well, so do I, but:
Me: a long speech about not being ready
<awkward pause>
Me: Anyway, want to go to a dance?
Her: I’ll have to check my schedule.
A week elapses. I call her.
Me: So, do you want to come to that dance with me?
Her: It’s not that I love you any less, it’s just in a different way…
Me: Er?
Her: And oh yes, I’ve met a guy I like better, and he’ll have sex with me. So no, no dance for me.
Me: Oh. Goodbye.
Her: But I want to still be friends!
Me: Tough.
That’s the essence, anyway. It would have hurt more if it hadn’t been so backwards; isn’t it supposed to be the man who dumps the woman when she won’t have sex?
I hope you said that to his face. Stupid boy.
Posted by Supernova :
Unfortunately no; my jaw was laying on the floor rendering me unable to speak. Combined with the fact that there was no oxygen in my lungs (having just had my heart ripped out), I stood there speechless like the dumbass I am.
I wonder if I remember this so well because we didn’t sleep together but had a very deep emotional connection. We probably would have if I weren’t such a clueless idiot who missed every signal she sent me one night at her apartment. Any way her name was Patty and she worked at the copy center around the corner that our company did business with. We did the lunch thing a few times and she confessed that she had a boyfriend but that they were in flux. Not sure whether they wanted to stay together or not. This was fine because I was also going through something similar with the woman who’s now my ex-wife.
Anyway we spent a lot of time together. Even taking off to Monterey on the spur of the moment. I had just begun to make up my mind that I cared deeply for her, when she’d showed up at my job one day and dumped me. She said, holding our arms together to show the contrast of our skins, “this won’t work”. I knew that wasn’t true, but I didn’t press the issue. Instead, I quit my job.
I saw her a few years ago when I downtown running some errands. She’d gone back into the Navy.
Not creative, but it left me doing a WTF? There were other reasons, but time has shown this to be the real one.
She: “I’m moving from Montana to Seattle because there isn’t enough to do in Montana.”
So let’s see, we can ski, showshoe, go to your families cabin in the mountains, hike, fish, kayak, raft, go sailing, backpack, etc. With the exception of warm water snorkeling and diving, you can do just about any sport you want to in Montana. But there isn’t “anything to do here”.
So now she lives in Seattle and is happy working full time and on her weekends working as a lighting tech for concerts in Seattle and at the Gorge. I’m happy doing all the above, most of which I can do within 20 miles of my house or by walking out the front door.
Feh, I will never again get serious about a woman who’s not from Montana.
Whistlepig
Oh, doh. At first I mis-read your story: I confused “me” and “her” in the last two lines. It does give a completely different impression then…
This wasn’t very creative, but it was remarkably clueless.
I met this guy doing Cabaret in college. We started dating, had a fairly serious relationship for the rest of the school year - probably seven or eight months. Summer rolls around - I’m going home, he’s staying in town, so we have a big, weepy farewell. For a few weeks, we exchange phone calls and e-mails and letters, all variations on “I love you!!! I miss you!!! I miss you!!! I love you!!!” Eventually, the calls and letters and e-mails dry up - he’s attempting to dump me by ignoring me.
Here’s the clueless part: Because he was staying in town and I was going home, I left all of my large furniture items with him. After all, we were in love and together forever and trying to cart that stuff back home (a five-hour drive in a rather small station wagon) would have been a major pain in the ass. He has my futon, my refrigerator, and my computer. There is no way for him to avoid this confrontation.
But I have to give him credit for trying. Shortly after he ceased all communications with me, he moved out of the dorms and into a friend’s apartment. So when I get back on college, intent on tracking my now-ex down and getting my stuff back, he’s vanished. He, my futon, my refrigerator, and my computer, are gone. And I am less than pleased. However, he’s still going to school, right? I’ll see him when classes start, right? Wrong. Dude’s dropped out. I don’t know where he is, and I don’t know how to get in touch with him. And he has my things. So I did the only thing I could do. I called his mother.
I did eventually get my belongings back. The computer never worked again (which may or may not have been his fault - it was old, and beaten up, and incredibly obsolete), and the refrigerator was in disgusting condition, but I got my things back. And the confrontation he tried so hard to avoid… Let’s just say it didn’t quite go as well as he wanted.