This, this here is me:
Yep, dumped. It's not that it hasn't happened before, cause it has, but I've never quite been dumped like I was tonight. But more on that in a minute.
When I got stood up on our first date, albeit on the night before Thanksgiving (but that was her idea), I should have said that's that. But I didn't. I'm a forgiving type who recognized that night was a stretch and, hey, no harm no foul.
We met up the next week (she paid since she'd stood me up) and I decided, hey, she's pretty nice, let's see where this goes. It next went to a Caps game, which she was late for. Anyone seeing a pattern? While I was waiting at RFD she texted to say "sorry, got stuck at the office xmas party, be there as soon as I can." But the idea is to spend time together and get to know each other and we only missed the first period or so.
Fast-forward to Christmas week, right after the big snow. We had plans to meet for dinner, you know, the third-week or so dinner at a place nicer than any you've been to before that you're really looking forward to because, hey, this might be going some place. I was on my way out the door and I got a text saying "just hit an ambulance. Don't think I'm going to make it." We ended up getting together later that night at her place and were just kinda, together. She'd had a rough day and I figured the best thing I could do was be there for her.
Skip ahead to today.
I hadn't seen nor hear hide nor hair of her since New Years Day.
Then I got a text tonight saying, basically, "i don't think it's working." It didn't say that exactly, but that's the gist. While I'm not going to read it again (did that enough already), I've decided not to delete this text manually, but let it quietly, and naturally, expire out of my inbox. Soooo, if I happen to get a bunch of texts over the next couple of days the process will be hastened.
Aside from the staggeringly abrupt end of what I thought was something that might be going interesting places, I have to say seriously? A break-up by fucking text message? What the fuck is that?
What the hell ever happened to common, fucking courtesy? The best you can hope for is for someone to have the guts to face you and tell you how they feel. After that, doing it by phone they have the comfort of not facing you, but they at least have to personally explain to you what's happening.
But a text message? That's just cowardly.
