There’s conscious uncoupling, there are breakups, and then there is this guide. *smirk*
Breakups according to Grease’s Pink Ladies.
You’ve been feeling it bubbling inside you, and like a blender that you forgot to put a lid on before whipping up that shake–you burst and tell him you’re finished.
You get home and it sinks in. You just broke up with him. A rush of panic and nostalgia fogs up reality and you start to reconsider all the legitimate reasons that you broke up with him because, after all, you love him.
You consider giving him a call, but have a brief moment of clarity…call the girls first. They help to put things in perspective. You realize that you really do have to toss that butt and give it a good smash with your Candy’s heels.
The girls insist that you need a girls night out. You get your heels, red lipstick and boss lady mood on, and happily oblige.
Looking pretty hot because let’s be honest here, you are. You whip around those hips, lassoing in every Tom, Dick, and Harry, making sure that the girls are taking pics to post on social media…oh yes, he’s gonna see this.
Friends meticulously go through every photo. Crop, filter and edit the bejeezus out of it, making sure you look like the goddess you are. Post
You imagine his face going a little like this. Eat your heart out Danny Zuko.
But what you really get is something like this because he really isn’t the Danny you met at the beach. Decide you need to block him from your social media if you’re going to keep any dignity.
Decide you are willing to give up a bit of dignity to do some online creeping…you know, just to make sure he’s miserable and she’s ugly.
Immediately regret it and it throws you back into the whirlpool of bitterness and cynism.
I give you bitterness.
But then the dust begins to settle and true reflection begins.
You take the lessons from that past relationship, cherish those happy moments, and realize that while heartbreak may happen again, the chance of true love and a new adventure is worth the risk.
Your heart, though scarred, has noticeably healed. Hence the batting of eyes and extra hitch in your giddyup.
Ooh la la…who’s that making googly eyes at me?
And because you are a go-getter, you go get it–in your very clever, come-hither way that makes him come to you. Of course.
Crush and swoon. There’s a new guy and he may just be THE guy.