Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Fifty Ways.
Today over lunch, I listened to one of the worst break-up stories I've ever heard. The guys at my table laughed, while I just sort of wanted to punch all of them. I've heard some pretty bad endings to relationships, and I may have been involved in one or two myself. (I'm sorry, K.H., that I had Brandi deliver that note to you in high school while I hid behind the filing cabinet. I should have just told you myself that the thought of continuing to date you made my stomach queasy. It was a good two weeks, though. No one can take that away from us.) I know a guy who purposely grew facial hair to send away a girlfriend who hated his goatee. But the story I heard today is the lowest of the low.
Bob (fake name here) was perfectly healthy and was married to Wilma. (Again, a fake name.) Although Bob was married, he had women all over the world, including a girlfriend in the Philippines. When Bob thought it was time to end his love affair, he wrote his girlfriend that he was starting to get Alzheimer’s Disease and his memory was eluding him. He was starting to forget things about her and he didn't want to forget about her completely while they were still together, so it was better if he broke things off completely, while he still remembered her.
Somewhere in the Philippines, a young woman is pining over her American lover and his elusive memory.
The perfect ending, of course, would be some sort of self-prophesy. But only time will tell.
Today over lunch, I listened to one of the worst break-up stories I've ever heard. The guys at my table laughed, while I just sort of wanted to punch all of them. I've heard some pretty bad endings to relationships, and I may have been involved in one or two myself. (I'm sorry, K.H., that I had Brandi deliver that note to you in high school while I hid behind the filing cabinet. I should have just told you myself that the thought of continuing to date you made my stomach queasy. It was a good two weeks, though. No one can take that away from us.) I know a guy who purposely grew facial hair to send away a girlfriend who hated his goatee. But the story I heard today is the lowest of the low.
Bob (fake name here) was perfectly healthy and was married to Wilma. (Again, a fake name.) Although Bob was married, he had women all over the world, including a girlfriend in the Philippines. When Bob thought it was time to end his love affair, he wrote his girlfriend that he was starting to get Alzheimer’s Disease and his memory was eluding him. He was starting to forget things about her and he didn't want to forget about her completely while they were still together, so it was better if he broke things off completely, while he still remembered her.
Somewhere in the Philippines, a young woman is pining over her American lover and his elusive memory.
The perfect ending, of course, would be some sort of self-prophesy. But only time will tell.
