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“Bob Dylan Happy Dance”

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We were listening to some Bob Dylan over breakfast. Out of nowhere he jumped up from the sofa and danced around the room whilst pulling his hair, shaking his head from side to side and shouting “Yes!!” For 3 songs solid. When I asked what he was doing, he said: “It’s how I express myself when I’m happy, and if you don’t love my dancing then you don’t love me…”

–Guys Shouldn’t Bounce

Aftermath: I ended it soon after via email. Mean, I know. But if that was his ‘happy dance’ I dread to think what being upset would do to him.

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“Afterward”

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We were together for eight years. On our second wedding anniversary, he told me he was moving out and wanted a divorce. Then he asked if we could still date afterward.

—Amanda

Aftermath: The last time I voluntarily saw him was when we signed the divorce papers. Single life is hard for me, but it’s better than being married to him.


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“If, then”

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She cried, “If I can’t have you when you’re sober, then you can’t have me when you’re drunk!”  The next day, she promised never to cross the bounds of our friendship again. Needless to say, she did but I wasn’t having it and moved on.

–Allen

Aftermath: She’s back with the guy she broke up with me for, hopefully happy. I’m so happy with my new girl, who is everything I could ever want sober or otherwise.

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“Murse”

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Not only did he have a man purse (aka a ‘murse’), which I could have dealt with, but he also exclaimed he could foot the dinner bill because “this place is cheap.” And then as we parted, he pulled a jar of chunky peanut butter out of his murse, gave it to me, and told me, “It reminded me of you.”

Missi

Aftermath: I tossed the peanut butter and never saw him or his murse again.

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“Counter Attack”

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It was over when I came home and found a Ziploc bag filled with poo left on my kitchen counter next to a note “Had a great time—you rocked my night! xxx” with her phone number. She had broken the toilet and I guess was too mortified to leave her business in the bowl, so she scooped it out, bagged it and forgot it on the counter.

—Bill

Aftermath: I never heard from her again, but her roommate told me she was devastated. We really did have great chemistry, but in the end…

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