Bad at break-ups
For the past four months, my co-teachers (by the way, I’ve been teaching at some random medical school for four months now) have been my alibi whenever I have a date. (And I don’t know why I still act like a teenager, but whenever I go out on dates, I always tell my parents I’m going out with friends. I’m immature that way, what.) But, since two weeks ago, I’ve actually been hanging out with them, since I’m all boyfriend-less these days.
One of my co-teachers, MA was my crush-from-waaaay-afar a decade ago. And that’s not even an exaggeration. I first met him in 2002 at a family friend’s party. I was a college freshman then, and he was also on his first year in the MD accelerated program. He happened to be the valedictorian of his high school (the best high school in the country, in my opinion; also where my long-time love D went to school) and ranked first at the college entrance exams. And he’s cute. What’s up with that?! I then stalked him for about a year. Then forgot about him, until I entered the same med school four years later. We still never talked, but I saw him around. Then six years after that, I applied as junior faculty in the same med school where he was teaching, and yesterday, I was sharing an apple pie a la mode with him.
Okay, reading it now, it actually sounds very fated in a Milan Kundera kind of a way. But this is not about how my love for MA transcended a decade. Actually, the point of this is about a story MA shared --- I just had to make a long introduction that sounded like it had a point in the present, lol.
MA and I (oh, we were with two other co-teachers, just to make it clear that it wasn’t a date) started talking about past loves and stuff. I asked him how his last relationship ended, and, in that amazingly short way guys tell stories, he told me: Eight months into the relationship, he never saw it coming that his girlfriend would suddenly just bring up the subject of breaking up with him over breakfast at the school canteen. The girl started crying, he stood up, walked out, and they didn’t speak for 2 years. I was like, “omg, a 30-minute break-up?!” And he said it didn’t even take him 2 minutes to walk out.
I was just… baffled. I realized how bad I was at break-ups. I’ve known M, the last guy I seriously dated, for six months now. For four of those six months, we seriously dated each other. And the last two of those four months dating, I was breaking up with him. Yes, a two-month break-up. I’m that bad at it.
My gay friend L was the first to point out that I was doing the whole breaking up thing wrong. One afternoon, I was heading to M’s house to break up with him (my 2nd attempt, I think?) and was asking L if he knew where I could buy M’s favorite brownies. L was like: “You don’t bring brownies for someone you’re breaking up with.” But I brought brownies anyway, because I always bring something when I go to someone’s house. Sure enough, we didn’t break up that night. I mean, M cried, like, buckets. How could you leave a crying boy? Though I’m pretty sure the brownies had nothing to do with it.
We then proceeded to have the most dysfunctional relationship ever for two more months, with lots of attempts at breaking up from my side, before M finally broke up with me. And like with MA, it came suddenly and was over swiftly. I realized how final boys’ decisions can be. I didn’t even get to ask for closure.
Which reminds me of P, the geeky guy. Two Sundays ago, I “broke up” with him, right? Since then, he had been texting and emailing me all these lovesick messages, with the end result being: we went out again last Friday for dinner and a movie (“The Vow,” of all things!). I told him that was going to be our last date, but idk. I hope he doesn’t ask for another last date, because I just don’t have the strength to resist a lovesick boy. I guess I will just have to wait for him to break up with me. As always.
PS: See, I told you MA was not the point. Looool. I don’t think anything will happen with MA and me though. We talked about love lives and stuff, and I realized he, and the rest of the male doctors/med students (this is a generalization) are into having trophy girlfriends, and I’m just not a trophy-type. Hmm, now I know why I was more popular with boys back in college and not so much in med school. Aww. Haha. Someone set me up with a non-doctor please? ♥
One of my co-teachers, MA was my crush-from-waaaay-afar a decade ago. And that’s not even an exaggeration. I first met him in 2002 at a family friend’s party. I was a college freshman then, and he was also on his first year in the MD accelerated program. He happened to be the valedictorian of his high school (the best high school in the country, in my opinion; also where my long-time love D went to school) and ranked first at the college entrance exams. And he’s cute. What’s up with that?! I then stalked him for about a year. Then forgot about him, until I entered the same med school four years later. We still never talked, but I saw him around. Then six years after that, I applied as junior faculty in the same med school where he was teaching, and yesterday, I was sharing an apple pie a la mode with him.
Okay, reading it now, it actually sounds very fated in a Milan Kundera kind of a way. But this is not about how my love for MA transcended a decade. Actually, the point of this is about a story MA shared --- I just had to make a long introduction that sounded like it had a point in the present, lol.
MA and I (oh, we were with two other co-teachers, just to make it clear that it wasn’t a date) started talking about past loves and stuff. I asked him how his last relationship ended, and, in that amazingly short way guys tell stories, he told me: Eight months into the relationship, he never saw it coming that his girlfriend would suddenly just bring up the subject of breaking up with him over breakfast at the school canteen. The girl started crying, he stood up, walked out, and they didn’t speak for 2 years. I was like, “omg, a 30-minute break-up?!” And he said it didn’t even take him 2 minutes to walk out.
I was just… baffled. I realized how bad I was at break-ups. I’ve known M, the last guy I seriously dated, for six months now. For four of those six months, we seriously dated each other. And the last two of those four months dating, I was breaking up with him. Yes, a two-month break-up. I’m that bad at it.
My gay friend L was the first to point out that I was doing the whole breaking up thing wrong. One afternoon, I was heading to M’s house to break up with him (my 2nd attempt, I think?) and was asking L if he knew where I could buy M’s favorite brownies. L was like: “You don’t bring brownies for someone you’re breaking up with.” But I brought brownies anyway, because I always bring something when I go to someone’s house. Sure enough, we didn’t break up that night. I mean, M cried, like, buckets. How could you leave a crying boy? Though I’m pretty sure the brownies had nothing to do with it.
We then proceeded to have the most dysfunctional relationship ever for two more months, with lots of attempts at breaking up from my side, before M finally broke up with me. And like with MA, it came suddenly and was over swiftly. I realized how final boys’ decisions can be. I didn’t even get to ask for closure.
Which reminds me of P, the geeky guy. Two Sundays ago, I “broke up” with him, right? Since then, he had been texting and emailing me all these lovesick messages, with the end result being: we went out again last Friday for dinner and a movie (“The Vow,” of all things!). I told him that was going to be our last date, but idk. I hope he doesn’t ask for another last date, because I just don’t have the strength to resist a lovesick boy. I guess I will just have to wait for him to break up with me. As always.
PS: See, I told you MA was not the point. Looool. I don’t think anything will happen with MA and me though. We talked about love lives and stuff, and I realized he, and the rest of the male doctors/med students (this is a generalization) are into having trophy girlfriends, and I’m just not a trophy-type. Hmm, now I know why I was more popular with boys back in college and not so much in med school. Aww. Haha. Someone set me up with a non-doctor please? ♥