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It was a bad breakup at the time but in retrospect, it was all just too weird and it was all her crap, so I don't feel badly about it, but... it really spun my head in the moment.
Impossibly hot woman who worked in my building - we worked together briefly on a project and had a friendly "hi" rapport going but I knew she was seeing someone so I never pursued her. Coming out of a meeting one day, I had the leftovers in my hand and she was walking by... I simply said, "bagel?" ... and that was all it took. We started talking more after that and I happened to bump into her the day after the L.A. Marathon that year and I got a "congratulations" hug that was far beyond just friendly and I had recently learned that she was now single. I had major butterflies over this woman and we started dating and everything was peachy. Two, three months goes by and I'm high as a kite and life is good.
So... my family has a really nice vacation home in Las Vegas and we head out there for a long Memorial Day weekend with one of my close friends and his gf. She and I argued the entire way out there... over nothing. I couldn't get her to calm down. She was completely irrational for four days straight and broke up with me five times in those four days. Five times. When I dropped her off at her house on Monday, I helped her get her things upstairs and when I got in my car, she asked where I was going. I said I was going home. She flipped. Like... screaming, crying, the works. I was as even and calm as I could be. I was broken up with again... and I just drove off.
Three months later, she was married to someone else.
Weirdest. episode. ever.
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