Our first date was Texas Roadhouse. As we sat down, she told me she’s vegetarian. She was kidding. We hit an IMAX film about helicopters at a museum. Our third date was nearly a trip to Chicago because of Ira Glass and a diner. She refused wind power but liked jasmine Italian sodas (they taste like Christmas).
Briefly, she moved closer to me, in (oddly, some might say) with her college boyfriend’s family. During that stay she emailed me, “I don’t think we are the right match.” According to a reply I wrote, that family kept a salad container that had sentimental value to me.
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Editor’s note: Registration is open for My Favorite Breakup’s third anniversary party and breakup story slam. It’s this Thursday in Philadelphia. We are VERY, VERY CLOSE to selling out, so if you want to be there, grab your ticket *now*. I can’t wait to see you. -jz