She found somebody else. Why wouldn't she? Anybody with her body and looks would have no trouble finding. She didn't.
So...She broke up, not him.
First, she was going to be his friend anyway, whatever. They'd still meet. Christ, they'd had some great times hadn't they? She'd make it happen, see if she didn't.
Maybe they could still fuck, occasionally? Be kind of fuck-buddies?
But she didn't, as he knew she wouldn't. Couldn't, to be more accurate. She had this new guy who was into baseball so bad. A big, major Red Sox fan. Tried to go to every home game, he did. And even not home games. Took her along.
She claimed she loved it, a new experience. But he knew she didn't. She'd already told him how she hated all sports, especially stupid baseball. Maybe golf was somehow okay.
So he knew it couldn't last, and it didn't. But by then he'd be somewhere else. Somewhere far out of her life, and into another life of his own.
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.
