Then after some brief conversation, he said it: "I kinda think we won't date." (Thanks for that after eight months, pal)
I tried to conceal my tears all during work that day. I told my coworkers I had a cold when I sniffed a lot and I listened to every sad song in the book.
Then I spent $150 at Target and pounded McDonald's fries, oreos, and two large Dr. Peppers while I watched The Nanny.
(If you're reading this wondering how you should deal with a break up, don't follow my example.)
I think what I really learned from the this complicated heartbreak was that I'm actually, totally, beautifully, miraculously okay.
I've started training for a half marathon, I flew to Portland, I'm planning a trip for next year too. I take more time to focus on my job, I read books, and I plan lunch dates with friends.
My dad is a psychologist and I was talking to him about it and he said something really important: "Break ups are a very natural and normal part of life. In fact, they're helpful and make you a better person."
So I guess...thanks for breaking up with me, man. I'm a better person for it.
If anyone wants to have lunch with me, let's plan it.