Been There, Done That

Break-ups are never fun. And they never quite go how you want them to.

You'd think after countless experiences both being the dumper and the dumpee that one would be able to roll maturely though, yet again, deciding that this is not the person for you.

No. Instead, hours after 'the talk' and drowning your sorrows, you send an incoherent email professing your hate/love and aggressively attempt to get him to answer his phone at 2 AM (which thankfully went unanswered and unvoicemailed).

And you feel like a complete ass the next day.

Because really, what was the point of all that? Men are like jeans. You're going to have to try on a lot of pairs before you find one that fits. Luckily, I live in NY where there's endless points of purchase. Off to shop I go.