The Australian

I was being the good and loyal friend who was appropriately keeping her distance so that her girlfriend could have her much-needed fun and enjoy the company of these dreamy, foreign lifeguards, visiting the States and on a roadtrip of sorts (so very Aussie). She took to the creative one who knew American pop culture as well as she did, which left the striking dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty with the tanned, warm skin to me and waiting to have an American experience. I had to oblige.

The end.

The E-dilemma

When I date, it is typically the result of the internet. I meet them online. We woo online. And then we sometimes meet, more rarely meet again, and even more rarely meet regularly. This ritual goes on until it threatens to become more serious, and it's time for me to bail.

And then it has to end. So I start working on the Dear John email. And my friends start flipping out that I can't break up with them by e-mail (jeez, you'd think I was proposing sending a Dear John text) break-ups have to happen in person or by the phone. (Side note: we have all pretty much determined that the depth of my relationships do not justify an in-person break up.)

So let me ask you (I believe there are six of you), if we meet and woo online. If we speak on the phone _never_, if our style of communication and preference is the written word, why would it make any sense to call to break up? Under what circumstance does that make any sense?

Seriously? Seriously.

The end.