I got dumped today. The call came just before lunch, to be precise. I was at the office.
Being dumped over the phone wasn't the worst way it could have happened. Sure, in person, perhaps over some coffee, would have been better. But, by phone was a vast improvement over a previous means through which I was given my walking papers (A Facebook message).
The shove came after 12 dates over a seven-week period. At issue were my religion, my politics and differing financial values in a (potential) relationship. A disagreement over the proper visibility of Chinese delivery men in luxury apartment buildings was also a factor (go figure).
I didn't see it coming. And, quite frankly, I'm bummed, frustrated and a little angry.
Had I not been dumped today, I'd probably now be creating an upbeat post on the great article in today's New York Times about cookie tables at Pittsburgh weddings.
But, it's hard to focus my thoughts right now on connections Between The 'Burgh and The City. (And, perhaps it's a little difficult to get excited about a wonderful tradition for people who have found their mates.)
A few days ago, I came across Pearl Jam's chill song, "Just Breathe." It might be appropriate for the moment:
P.S. My cousin, Luke, and his fiance, Carrie, are expecting a special delivery tomorrow. Please keep them in your prayers.
That's way more important right now than any lunchtime phone calls received by yours truly.