Actually, it's probably more accurate to say that HE broke up with ME. He was the one who initiated it, and he did so by lying to get me out of the house (he told me he needed to go shopping). And that's actually what bothered me the most about the whole thing. Yes, we had our issues, and yes, it was eventually gonna come anyway, but I hate that he was the one who started it, and that he didn't just come out and say "we need to go somewhere so we can talk." It doesn't matter how mutual the reasoning was, I still felt humiliated and worthless. 

I was always led to believe that after girls break up with their boyfriends, they sit around watching chick flicks and eating junk food, and maybe crying and hugging a stuffed animal.

I watched American Psycho and deleted his music off my computer.

It was actually quite soothing.

I don't really want to go into why we broke up (we were just too different on some pretty fundamental levels), because I don't really care anymore, but thems are the facts...or, at least, the facts according to me.

And you know what occurs to me? I no longer have a boyfriend who's shorter than me. I can wear whatever the fuck kind of shoes I want, which I haven't been able to do for awhile because he was so self-conscious about the height difference. In fact, he even told me one time that he wished I were shorter. Speak for yourself, dick. 

So...yeah. The next time I see him, I wanna punch him in the face. I don't even feel THAT murderous towards him or anything. I just think it would make me feel better.

And as for my criteria for future men? 

-No short guys, unless they're comfortable with their own height and are okay with the height difference between us.
-No guys that are more emotional than I am. I don't want some stony, indifferent type, either, but I want someone who can deal with the fact that I don't need to show ALL my emotions ALL the time.
-No guys that want me to spill all my secrets, right now. I'm not overtly secretive or anything, there just aren't things that I feel are necessary to talk about until it BECOMES necessary, and your badgering me about it only makes me feel like you're being a nosy busybody. I should not have to tell someone I'm dating to mind their own business.

All right, I think that just about covers it. I broke up and quit my job. I'm starting over again. Go me. 

Q