Scott & I sort of “broke up” last night. I say “broke up” in quotes because it was quite possibly one of the nicest, most grown-up ends to a relationship that I’ve ever witnessed. Seriously, there was no profanity, no crying, no throwing empty bottles of vodka at the other person’s head (ok, that only happened once…). I think we’ve both known for a while that things weren’t really working between us romantically, and it’s a testament to how much we genuinely care about each other that we tried to work it out for as long as we did. He is, without a doubt, one of the coolest people I’ve met since I moved out here — he’s smart, he’s funny, he totally gets me — and I think he’s definitely going to remain one of the most important people in my life. We’re just taking the whole dating element out of the equation, but we’re still going to spend time together. He’s coming over tomorrow night for dinner and “Sex & the City” reruns, as is our usual Tuesday night routine, so I really do think things are going to be ok.
So, am I bummed that things didn’t work out? Sure. Am I totally heartbroken & devastated? Nah. I think we’re both going to escape from this relatively unscathed and better friends for having gone through it.
Oh, but just for the record, this is staying true to my 2-month relationship track record, which I’m not entirely happy about. It feels like some kind of weird jinx that was put on me in college that’s stuck with me through the years. Maybe it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy at this point, who knows. Oh well, this one made it to 2 months & 4 days, so maybe that’s an optimistic sign for next time. 🙂
P.S. That subject line is a total joke. I’m not ready for the market just yet, I’m going to need some recuperative downtime first. I think it’s safe to say the Match.com subscription won’t be renewed for a while yet.