On Wednesday, August 22, 2007 I dumped Matt. On Thursday, August 23, a huge hole was discovered in the Universe. On Sunday, August 26, NPR's This American Life featured four stories about breakups.
Coincidence? I think not.
In other news, on Wednesday, August 23 I cried more than I have for over ten years. More than I cried at the funerals of two grandparents, an uncle and at my best friend's wedding. On Thursday, August 23 Matt once again slept with Amos. On Friday, August 24 I once again slept with Matt. See also Saturday, August 25 and Sunday, August 26.
There is nothing like a break up to breathe new life into a relationship.
“A break up song will never tell you to try online dating.”
My mom told my dad to try eHarmony on Sunday, August 19th, six days after their 30th wedding anniversary and seven years after they last spoke to each other. It was also the morning after my best friend Maren's wedding and I showed up a few hours late to breakfast, hung over wearing my tuxedo. That was an interesting experience. The grandparents were there too.
My parents were camping in Wisconsin on their honeymoon when Elvis died. They went to an Alice Cooper concert in Milwaukee the next day.