Okay, I had my heart broken badly when I was 22. I lost something like 20 pounds, so if you see pictures of me on here where I look skeletal (one with my Dad, in particular), that's why.
At the time, I was a manager of a restaurant outside of D.C. - and we always had a parade of beautiful 18 year old hostesses. I'm a little bit of a flirt, and her witty rejoinders and reciprocal flirtations got my mind off of my recent drubbing.
So I dated her. For a year. Total rebound - total bullshit - totally too self-absorbed to have actually been in a relationship with someone else. That's pretty lame...
In my defense, I tried. We went on romantic road trips, but we drove in silence - because she couldn't really carry a conversation.
What's worse, when I finally broke up with her, it was over something really lame. I think it was over the phone.
I broke her heart, & learned that as hard as it is to have your heart broken, it's just as hard to break another's...
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LOL. word!