Hey Jason I have a question. How do you not feel guilty before you break up with someone.
First sorry for the blow off. This is a serious question and this thread needs attention.
But when you are writing the next great American memoir, being made a saint, waiting for breaking news to come out of the AFM, wet nursing meth babies, making soap, and herding cats in an online chat forum, serving as the petri dish for the fourth plague of the apocalypse, even orthonormie can get a bit spread too thin.
Ending relationships and guilt . . .
This is complicated question and one I of course have much experience in. I've broken more hearts than partially hydrogenated oil. It is
a heavy burden to carry. And these are just the women I pass on the street. The countless women who realize the rest of their romantic life will forever be shadowed by the man they passed for just one fleeting moment . . .
You've seen the face for GQ. You've heard the voice for radio. The wit, the compassion, the intellect, the ability to be all things to all people.
So you know I do in fact bear this painful Cross.
I really considered taking St. Christopher Cynocephalus as my patron saint. Many woes in the world would be mitigated just a little, if I were not so darn handsome:
That I too may one day be granted the grace of having such a face. But even without my disarming good looks all else that is orthonorm I do believe would still shudder the hearts of women.
This is all to say: bro, I do feel your pain.
It is testament to your own Cross of attracting the opposite sex that your girlfriend didn't immediately flee to my doorstep after hearing the few syllables I spoke to her.
Perhaps it would have better for everyone if she had.
Since miraculously that did not happen, what to do?
Answers to come later, but not too late I hope.