I met this one lass at a bowling alley and for some reason i actually talked to her (big step for me) AND got some digits to call her later that night. So i went home and proceded to call the digits i had written down on a piece of masking tape. 410-boop beep boop-boop beep bo boop. It rang once. I got excited. A man said “Westminster State Police Barracks.” I felt my hair turn gray. After a few seconds of silence i understood what had happened but i had to make sure so i asked “Is Ashley there?” Of course not. :smack: What a sting!
I surprised my girlfriend of almost 4 years with breakfast in bed, complete with flowers. She loved it, got up and got dressed, and broke up with me as she was putting her stuff in her bag.
Did I mention it was Valentine’s day?
Not even time has healed that wound.
My word, that IS feckin’ harsh, Ellis. What a bitch!
Thats VERY harsh. (Both stories)
The first guy I ever slept with dumped me a week later. He was kind about it, wasn’t nasty at all. I still hated him and it caused some SERIOUS relationship issues. (My currrent boyfriend asked me out for 2 months before I said yes)
I don’t understand people… Why are we so selfish, so concerned with self-preservation? It makes me wonder if people ever can really love and care for another person, or whether it’s just a product of myriad favorable circumstances for a particular person. Hmm that doesn’t make much sense.
I think its a product of both shallow and fickle behavior.
I’m sure Giggle Gaggle could have volumes to speak on the subject had he not been banned 
A friend of a friend kept his semi-girlfriend hanging while he went overseas. When he returned, he slept with her, dumped her four hours later, then got back together with his ex-girlfriend. Ouch.
I got to dump my girlfriend of four years, yup, mister tough guy - that’s me.
Told her “we’re through” right after I came home early one day to surprise her on our anniversary with roses, theater tickets and a neaklace… and found her in bed with someone else…
I hope you kept the necklace, dinoboy.
And I hope you shoved the roses up the guys ass.
Jeez, even when my ex-wife dumped me for another man she showed more class than I’ve seen here.
I yield.
SlickRoenick, if you felt like the girl liked you too you might want to speak to her again if you get a chance to run into her.
I accidently gave the wrong number to a guy I was interested in once. I guess he had me all flustered. I assumed he didn’t like me because he never called and he assumed I didn’t like him because I gave him a wrong number.
If he hadn’t joked about the wrong number the next time I saw him I would never have gotten the chance to marry him. 
Guys, let me just say this, don’t ever compare a girl in any way, shape, or form to a car when breaking up with her.
Dumper: Went to dinner with (then) long term boyfriend who I been TRYING to break up with for a while and the other man I was seeing. The bf did not grasp the fact I was seeing someone else. Broke up with bf as we were ordering.
(Turned out other man was psycho, ended up reuniting with bf)
Dumpee: “I love you very much, and that’s why I can’t see you anymore”
Never understood that one.
Maybe it’s code for “I really would love to be with you, but I can’t stand how you cheat on me and rub it in my face.” I mean, really. Not only that, but you told him while he was ordering? So the plan was to take him to dinner and ruin his appetite before he got a chance to eat? That’s just cold.
My story of rejection:
I had spent a couple months worth of music classes in high school doing little other than talking to a fairly attractive (but not out of my league by high school standards) girl. One day I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. She laughed in my face. Literally. Loudly. The whole class didn’t hear my question, but they sure as hell heard her answer. I turned beet-red and ran off to hide in the bathroom. Neither of us ever spoke a single word to the other again.
Years ago, I dated ‘Fred’ for the entire summer when I was going to school in London. When I returned to Oklahoma, we wrote and phoned each other often (pre-internet days!). I went back to London the next summer. Fred and I spent all the time we could together for the first 2 weeks I was there, rarely seeing any of our other friends. One Saturday night, we went out for a very expensive & romantic meal and had a lovely evening. Fred explained that he couldn’t spend the night as he had a wedding to go to the next day. I went to the local pub, where I found several of our mutual friends all dressed up. When I asked what was going on, they told me that they’d stopped in for a quick drink before going to Fred’s wedding. sigh
Wow. That’s easily the harshest thing I’ve heard all day.
How does one “try” to break up with someone? 
Nice burn neutron star.
What a bitch.
Got out of bed on a Sunday morning; did a little housework. Wife’s still asleep (we had partied with the neighbor’s the night before; I came home early). When she got up, she said she needed to talk to me about something…did I want her to build up to it or just get right to the point? Since her usual style was to tell a story like Edith Bunker, I said I preferred the direct approach…
“I’ve filed for divorce.”
Not “I want a divorce” or “I think we should talk about a divorce”…but “I’ve filed for divorce”.
Two weeks earlier. Three days after my birthday. And she told the neighbors before she told me.
Nice.