Rules for breaking up
We’re way past the year 2000 but does that mean that manners and respect are out the window? Is the anonymity of the Internet seeping into all aspects of our lives?
The reason I say this is because of an email I received this week from a woman who’d met a lovely guy through SexyAds and they’d been dating 1-2 times a week for a few months. She’d met his parents and his friends and most importantly for me, they’d been intimate on many occasions. It wasn’t a casual friendship. She went out of town on business for 3 days and came back and called him and he wasn’t at home. Ok, people go out and things come up and she expected to hear from him the following day. No call. She left a message on his answering machine. No call.
She never heard from him again.
He didn’t have the balls to say the relationship wasn’t working for him and he wanted to move on, so he just dropped off the planet. So she’s sitting back wondering if there was something she said, something she did or a past love had come back or he found someone new — she wanted closure and asked for my advice. It was simple for me to give.
“Put the bastard behind you and start answering emails from men who will be nice to you.”
This woman is university educated, has a great job and she’s good looking from the photo on her profile. She doesn’t need to feel second class because this guy didn’t have any class at all.
Would you end a relationship by disappearing? Of course you wouldn’t, but some are and it’s not good enough.


We all know someone, maybe even ourselves, who stick in shitty relationships for all sorts of weird reasons. They’re miserable, their kids are miserable and yet they stay like they’ve been nailed to the chair. They look awful and they often feel awful.
for a couple of months now and I’m head over heels for him and when we’re together I think he feels the same way. When we’re not together I have a huge case of jealousy and it’s not attractive.
Ok, so you’ve been in a relationship for more years than you thought you’d live and one day you notice that weekends just happen. You decide on Saturday morning what you’re going to do. Maybe you’ll do laundry. Maybe you’ll mow the grass. Maybe you’ll run errands. 






