So…whatcha doin’ Friday night?
To the OP: I like things nice and civilized. Clean cut. If there was a quicker way to dump somebody, or get dumped, than texting, I’m for it. If I’m getting the old heave-ho, why do I want to have a conference with the heaver? It won’t get her back, I can spend the time that I would have spent with her, listening to a catalog of my failures, checking out the new chicks.
Hey you young whippersnapper! Leave the old ones to me!
There are enough sticks for me to poke everybody!
The perfect breakup involves three feet of dental floss, a packet of low sodium soy sauce, a C79 optical sight, and a copy of Darwin’s The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to Sex. The obvious details of implementation will be left to the reader’s imagination.
Oh, and the reason to break up in person? To fight over having the last word, of course. Closure is very important. You just don’t get that over a jumbled mess of barely comprehensible letters via SMS.
Stranger