There was a high school alumni function the other night and I got to see an old friend I hadn't seen for a year.
Me: So how's it going?
Him: Good.
Me: Life? Work? Love?
Him: Work is good. Kind of dating somebody but trying to break up with her.
Me: Trying?
Him: It's a process.
Me: Like "I'm not returning her phone calls" sort of process or "Did you know it takes three days for a body to completely dissolve in a bathtub full of lye" sort of process?
I may have taken that to a darker place than I needed to. And sometimes I wonder why I don't date much.
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