I had to break things off with Game Boy. I just wasn’t feeling it. And not for lack of trying either.
So faced with, how do I do this? I contacted my trusted pack of dating advisors and armed with my script (yep, I had to write it all out–remember me and my verbal diarrhea), I called him.
We started with small talk:
Game Boy: Hi.. how was your day?
Me: Good, yours?
Game Boy: Good. What are you doing?
Me: Just finishing up some Christmas gifts.. so look, I called cause I wanted to talk to you about something. I think you’re a really good guy. I just don’t think this is it for me.
I wasn’t prepared for silence.. I was only prepared if he had a “Why?” or wanted to argue with me. So since my paper was blank, I stayed quiet.
Game Boy: Okay? soft…quietly…slowly.
Me: Ok. quick..relieved…
Game Boy: I wish you didn’t feel that way. I think you’re really great…
Me: rushing in… I think you’re great too.. I’m just not feeling it.
Game Boy: Well, have a great holiday then. Have a safe trip. Hopefully we’ll see each other again.
Me: You too. Merry Christmas.
Then we hung up.
I did a dance. I did it! I was honest. Brief. Didn’t talk myself into circles and it felt like a mature meeting of the minds there. I wasn’t feeling it and I let him down easily. Right?
Fast forward to 11:45 that night…
Text message from a random number(random because I had already deleted his number)
333-333-3333: hey stella, are you available to chat tomorrow? Maybe I’m naive but I was just really taken back by what happened earlier and I’d like to chat casually.
I thought about responding.
That conversation could go one of two ways: 1) He could try to win me back. 2) He could make me feel bad. Since I didn’t want either of those outcomes, I didn’t call him/text him back.
Sometimes relationships aren’t going to work out. Sometimes one person is going to want more than the other person. Sometimes that person may have a photo of you on their phone as their wall paper and invite you to spend a holiday weekend with them at their uncle’s after 5 dates. Someone has to end it.
This time it was me. Better than a text message.