J just informed me he got a new girlfriend, because the old one dumped him. He sounded his cheery self as usual, perky as a JV cheerleader; I felt like I was hemorrhaging inside when I realised that it might have been me, if something had gone very wrong. And I probably would have sat in my room wondering what went wrong while J would have waltzed off onto his next rendezvous.

When something goes wrong in the relationship, it always seems to be the female populace who sit around moping and wondering what went wrong. Men are also more prone to forgetting anything that isn’t necessary, which leads to the conclusion that for men, relationships aren’t necessary.

Hmm.