Insignificant ego damage occurs when the reason is:
- I’m moving.
- I can’t fight it any longer—I’m gay.
- I’m pregnant with my ex’s child.
- I’m in prison.
- You’re too short, old, or hairy for me.
- Our religious beliefs, political affiliation, or values don’t mesh.
- We don’t enjoy the same things.
- I need to be pregnant like yesterday and you’re not helping.
- Work is too demanding right now. I don’t have time for a relationship.
- There’s no way we could ever live together.
- My parents threatened to cut me from the will if I continued dating you.
- You won’t commit so I’m off to find someone who will.
- My pets/children/parents/friends hate your pets/children/parents/friends.
- I got back together with an ex.
- You won’t let me get freaky in bed.
- I never was that attracted to you. Sorry. I tried.
- We both knew this would never work.
- It was fun while it lasted—more so toward the beginning, though.
- Look, I was drunk. That’s why I slept with you. I can’t justify it by continuing this charade.
- I can’t keep a mate right now because it’s summertime.
- You need etiquette training.
- [crickets], de-friending, and finding your overnight stuff in a bag on your porch.
- This text message: “Please lose my number.”
- Your penis is too small (or vagina is too large).
- You’re stupid—really fucking stupid. How did you get past eighth grade?
- Superior options have presented themselves.
- I’m sleeping with my boss/therapist/gardener.
- You need a complete wardrobe and personality overhaul.
- The clitoris is toward the top, Pokey.
- My friends have finally gotten through to me. You’re a loser.
- You probably shouldn’t have introduced me to your sexy friend/uncle/neighbor.
- Thank you for being my slump-breaker. Goodbye now.
- You’ve obviously been letting yourself go so I might as well let you go too.
Distraction hastens healing.
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