I posed this question on Facebook last week: "Remember your first break-up? I don't, but I'm sure it was tragic at the time." My sister Michelle and a childhood friend, Holli, checked in:
Holli-- I did the breaking up - every time, actually. I am very fickle - and when it's time to go, it's time to go! Call me cold-hearted, but I'm not wasting any tears on that!
Me-- Holli, did they call you "Heartbreak Holli?"
Holli-- My mom always told me: "There's no use crying over something your sick of!" She was SMART!!!!
Michelle-- Holli, I wasn't smart like you. In fact, I was a dumbass. He asked me back out and I said yes. Numbskull. Then, a few days later, he said he was going on vacation with his family. They never came back. It was a long-standing joke that he and I are technically still dating. If you gave me a name, it would have to be Moron Michelle for THAT one.
It gets better, too. After our first kiss, at Astor park, I called him on the phone and we talked about it. For several minutes. Then I heard laughter. It was his big brother pretending to be him. I never hung up so fast. Gee, thanks, Barb for stirring up these horrible memories!!!!!!! ; )
Any time, Sis.