The Break Up

One of my buddies called.

Him: Hey man, how you feeling?

Me: Shitty. Like that guy in Sarah Marshall before Mila Kunis steps into the picture and makes out with him.

Him: Listen, we need to get you out. Tomorrow there’s this thing going on, one of my guys is getting a table at xxxxxx. Its going to be a blast. Next Tuesday, there’s something going on at xxxxx. Its sponsored by all the tittie bars around the city. It’ll be awesome.

Me: Sounds good man. I’m in.

We got off the phone and all I could think about was her. I played the guitar for a little bit and am now sitting at my computer, updating some shit for some video game I play.

I don’t remember how to talk to girls anymore. Stupid five years of faithfulness.