Boys & Break-Ups

It's Tuesday and time for my first post on the BBB blog. Such pressure...

I'll go retro on topics today, because I'm in the middle of a break-up, which really sucks. So, if you haven't yet discovered this truth about life -- look away from the screen.

Boys can break your heart!

It wasn't any easier in high school. Usually the guy (or you) just didn't call, and then when you saw him at the dance you pretended not to notice he was even there. (You totally noticed!) Or, there was always the dreaded "It's not you it's me" conversation where you promised to be friends forever -- or at least until you saw him making out with the drill team captain.

I think my worst break-up was in college when I was blindsided by a dumping. I stood there, sipping from the cranberry juice box in my hand, while my annoying, snobbish literature major gnome of a boyfriend listed the things completely wrong about me and my life on the planet. (Uh, thanks for that Gnome Boy. We were sooo not meant for each other.)

So nowadays, what eases the pain besides Nutter Butters and Project Runway marathons?

The same thing as back in high school -- friends. You can never have too many good girlfriends or boy-friends to help you commiserate, plan your future adventures, and choose your new hairstyle. Don't laugh. Sure, adventures are cool, but the right highlights can actually improve your life. They can help you get over anything. (The friends, not the highlights.)

I've made so many wonderful friends, both in my writing and non-writing lives. They keep me sane when the going gets tough, or the jackass gets going...

I may be a little rusty at the break-up game, but I rock at choosing good friends. And the best thing is -- they never want their damn sweater back.