Last night, when boy called and said, "I just don't think it will work out between us," I had a hard time controlling myself. I was not mad or angry. I wasn't sad or upset. What I had a hard time controlling was my laughter. You see, I didn't know there was anything between us to work out.
Seriously, when you are set up and you've only known the kid three weeks, and you've only spent two 1-hour lunch breaks together, and you haven't seen, emailed or talked to him for over half of those three weeks, it really hurts when you get dumped. Especially when you didn't know you were dating.
It was nice of him to call and let me know, though. I'm still laughing about it.