So I had always thought that it was I who broke up with S. last June, but she told me yesterday she considered the break-up “mutual and amicable” … that she knew how I’d react when she brought up the “m-word.” Huh. Kinda makes me feel less guilty about the whole thing.
I learned this in the context of hearing she is apparently heading to this exotic foreign destination for a weeklong vacation with this guy she’s been dating. I had no idea it was so serious and started crying in the newsroom, had to flee to lunch. Lame…
lame, but human. hang in there!
geez, some girls bounce back fast!
aw, it’s been eight months. I’m sure I went on dates before S. did.
“Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying, there’s no crying in the newsroom. Rogers Hornsby was my editor, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit. And that was when my parents drove all the way up from North Carolina to see me publish on deadline. And did I cry? NO. NO. And do you know why?”
“No, no, no.”
“Because there’s no crying in the newsroom.”