Last night as I was killing time before my flight home, I came to the conclusion that the vending machines offered better dining options than any of the restaurants at the airport. Once I had decided on a bottle of Gatorade and a bag of Cheddar Chex Mix, I wandered around looking for a quiet spot to eat dinner. Eventually I found a deserted area and did my best to disappear. It was nice and peaceful for about 5 minutes... but then some guy sat down around the corner to make a call on his mobile phone... apparently unaware that I was there.
Not that I was trying to listen in on his conversation or anything, but I did get the gist of what was going on... the poor bastard got dumped by his girlfriend just before he flew to Seattle to visit his parents.
Nice.
He had just landed and was calling up his now-ex-girlfriend in an effort to win her back. From the fifteen-minute call that ensued, I gathered it was a futile effort. Despite professing his undying love and devotion, she was unmoved. Their relationship was now over.
Needless to say, the guy was devastated. Having been there myself, I could totally relate.
And now he had to put on a brave face and go meet his parents for dinner with a broken heart. The thought of it still haunts me, so when everything that could go wrong did go wrong on my first day back, I tried not to let it get me down.
Because somewhere in Seattle, somebody is having a much worse day than I am.
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Hmmm, but maybe if he had special chocolate from Germany she would have taken him back?
Well, Hell…..
If you ever REALLY need to feel better, ask me about MY life!
Awww, you’re so cute and sensitive and shit. Awwww.
I can no longer face the Cheddar Chex Mix since their betrayal.
They no longer contain peanuts. My heart, broken.
Glad you’re home, Dave.
I really liked this post, dude. Very sweet and empathetic without being maudlin – which is hard to do when talking about breakups. Well done.
I take it from your commentary that the breakup didn’t happen in person? Those are the worst, I think, when someone who you’ve cared for doesn’t think enough of you (or have the gonads for) a face-to-face breakup. My worst was when a guy I’d dated for quite a while broke up with me in an email that he sent me at work. It wasn’t quite Berger’s Post-It note from “Sex in the City,” but it was close enough.
Here’s hoping that the Dude in Seattle finds a brighter day soon. And I got to ask: has anyone ever found that the “begging to take me back” has ever worked? I’ve never tried it because I’ve always figured that that was something you really couldn’t talk someone out of and besides, you’ve already taken a blow to your ego with the breakup so why add to it by begging? Just curious.
ugh, the worst is the beg call following the break up. it’s never pretty, from either side. poor fella.
i’m going to add that to my list of reasons why being single is good- no one to potentially stomp on your heart.
Excuse me while I have to play cynic, but maybe he did something that warranted the breakup? If he’s begging her to take him back, I have to wonder…but I wasn’t privy to the conversation so I’m talking out my rear.
Airports have weird effects on romance. I’ve seen so many couple fights take place, and equal number of disgustingly graphic PDA. I think I’ve told this story here before, but one bf and I managed to hold it together through 8 hours stuck at LaGuardia, and then broke up promptly on our return!
I feel for the guy — but you never know. He might have deserved it 🙂
you had me worried there for a bit. I actually thought you were gonna miss your daily post!
Awwwww, Dave – how cute and sensitive are you? And hey….where the HELL were you when I was single?
😉
Suppose he’s sleepless?
(yeah, I know, but I couldn’t resist)
welcome back, dave!
I couldn’t even HAVE a conversation like that with anybody within earshot.
I think the only thing worse would have been for him to hang up and realize you were there and heard every word he uttered. Broken heart and embarrassment are not good bed partners.
Poor guy. That’s shitty. I hope he gets past that horrible feeling in a hurry — She obviously didn’t deserve him. He’s better off.
I am so sorry for this poor guy… And I am so sorry for you because you had to listen to him !!!
Maybe, this guy met a new beautiful woman on his flight !!! You don’t know !!! (C’est peut-être un mal pour un bien !)
Cell phones have made everything way too public. I wouldn’t try to rehook up in the middle of an airport.
That breaks my heart – especially considering how many fabulous single girls I know who would love to have someone that devoted to them!
Sounds like you both needed a hug. :^(
awww. that’s so sad. 🙁 🙁
Women and cheese are cruel
I gets to thinking of Covey’s oft referred paradigm shift (which I lovingly pronouce every letter because Hooked on Phonics worked a little too well for me).
After announcing his much dreaded business trip to parts unknown, the steadfast boyfriend makes his way overseas to meet with his hussy mistress. Day 2 into his trip he is somehow caught red–er–handed we’ll say, by his girlfriend, who promptly tells him to suck syphalitic donkey balls and that the locks have already been changed. Loving his girlfriend more than anything (anything save forgoing his philandering ways) he hops on the first flight back to Seattle to pray for her forgiveness. As he awaits his flight, he desperately calls her hoping the time since her beastiality comment has softened her resolve, only to hear, “HEEEE-HAWWWWW!” from the line.
The end.
Nah. I can’t say I feel sorry for him.
On the other hand:
After announcing his much dreaded business trip to parts unknown, the steadfast boyfriend makes his way begrudgingly overseas. While he is away, the she-devil decides to call and tell him to suck syphalitic donkey balls and that the locks have already been changed–and for no other reason than because she can. Loving his girlfriend more than anything, he hops on the first flight back to Seattle to pray for her return to sanity. As he awaits his flight, he desperately calls her hoping the time since her beastiality comment has softened her resolve, only to hear, “HEEEE-HAWWWWW!” from the line.
The end.
I don’t know. I still don’t feel sorry for him.
Methinks me shouldn’t be making fun of the poor sap. But making fun and making judgement are definately two different things entirely. I think my problem is I can’t relate. Thank god I can’t relate!
Owch. Poor dude. I’ve been there myself.