Shoulder to cry on: Men keep out!
I want to murder some men. To be specific certain men (four and counting..)
I’m going through a ritual that happens at least once in a relationship (all of mine followed it!!!) The break-up. Now put aside all the images that this statement conjures up for a minute…I’m not crying my heart out…I’m not much given to crying anyway.
Consider now the reactions of other people.
Not too many people to start with since it was a brief liaison and I didn’t talk about it. (which is why we will discount what his friends say, given that he has talked about it). In fact quite a few people in my sample have been made aware only recently of ‘him’ and ‘us’ and the ‘not-us-anymore-status’. Here is what they all had to say:
Friend 1 (female): Awwww…..if I were in
India, I’d take you out to eat lots of chocolate ice-cream. (To which I said, “I ate a lot of that in this past month, with him!” More..”Awww…” and a couple of smiley hugz)
Friend 2 (female, also bestest friend): Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Meet me for lunch this weekend. (And she also called in 12-hour intervals with a “What are you doing? How are you doing?”)
Friend 3 (female): Oh, that was fast! (and then…errr, gulp…sorry) 4 hours later in a quiet tone “Was it very painful?”
And here is what the super-smart studs say:
Bloody male 1: You want commitment in a month????
Bloody male 2: I thought you didn’t like coffee. and after I raged on that…”Okay, don’t fight with me”…and then…”Your blog isn’t interesting anymore since you don’t write about me. I know what you must be writing about now.”
Bloody male 3: Wanna come over to my place tonight?
Bloody male 4: You are so superficial. I rest my case. This man is never going to be seen on this planet.