She broke up, not him. Always the best, always. So...no tears of the wrong kind.
And he wished her the very, very best. Told her she was doing the right thing, he being so fucking hopeless for her. Hopeless, useless him.
Long term anyway, he was wrong for her.
Damn himself, he told her. Hope he hadn't wasted too much of her time. And she wouldn't even fuck him goodbye, and he didn't press the issue either. Told her instead she was a great girl anyway, and the new boyfriend was very, very lucky to have her.
Told her she'd made being at Harvard a truly special thing for him.
And in her way, of course, she did. No bullshit here either. None whatever. She did.
Good that she broke up, and not he. Always the best...especially if he wanted to anyway.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
