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This Is How You Break Up Without Breaking
At least it’s how I did so
For only the second time in my life, I was monogamous the whole way.
I even showed up for what I assumed was the final breakup dinner. And I was correct. It was.
To be specific, both the optics and experience were nothing short of amazing.
It was an Ethiopian restaurant in the Mission District of San Francisco. There was a ceremony in which she tied our wrists together. She cut herself free with a pair of scissors, then handed them to me to do the same.
We declared that we finished everything from the past, and everything from the future was unknown.
I know, right? Awesome.
And then there was blood
Next level element? The rope had bloodstains on it. I had to inquire further: It turns out she had a sudden nosebleed prior, which caused the coloration.
While this did not, to my complete satisfaction, explain how one happens to have a bloodstained rope in one’s purse, I did not inquire further.
A beer at Dalva followed by a sweet conversation in Dolores Park after dark — perfectly glorious.
