A friend confessed to me that she was recently dumped by her boyfriend of six months in a night club.
It happened on a Friday night when she was out with her friends and b-friend watching her favorite band. As usual she was having a great time dancing, drinking, and soaking up the good tunes. Before she knew it the band was wrapping up their final set so she requested the tab from the cocktail waitress.
Her boyfriend leaned over and said someting in her ear. She couldn’t understand him so she looked inquisitvely back at him and kissed his lips.
He didn’t smile or return the kiss. Instead, he leaned back in toward her and screamed: “It’s over. I can’t date you anymore.”
That time she heard him loud and clear. Instead of responding with a kiss she responded by handing him the tab and then walking out with her friends.
Couldn’t the 2am dumping have waited til’ morning?