Just Walk Away

I was dating this guy Brian years ago when the earth still had a new car smell. He was intelligent, decent looking, and had no social skills. I realized early on that in his pursuit of a higher education he forgot to study the human race. Or interact with humans in any way. At all. He was snotty and annoying. And he caught me in a bad mood, one that I refer to as 1999. I was pretty pissed off for most of that year, coping with a divorce from H1 (more about that later). So I broke up with him. By telling him a story, a parable you might say. Here is my story:

"When I go clothes shopping, I always grab something random to try on. It might be four inch gold spike heels, or a really loud, tight-ass pair of pants. Just something that I would never ordinarily wear. Sometimes I'm amazed at how good it looks, and I'm proud of myself for trying something different. Sometimes I actually end up buying the item. But mostly, I have a good laugh at the insane/ugly thing that I tried on, and leave it sitting there on the dressing room floor. You, Brian, are that ugly thing."

Unlike Jason, the crazy stalker, he got it. I never heard from him again. Maybe you can learn something at Princeton.