Love will tear us apart … again

– Are you single?
– What?
– Are you single?
– Ah! Yes, I am.

She turns around, signals towards her friend’s pocket where he suddenly produces a small piece of paper. She turns back around to me and hands it over. It’s the invitation to a pre-Valentine’s party.

Not just any Valentine’s party. I said “pre-Valentine’s” for a reason. The party invitation has an interesting rap to it:

Your New Year’s Resolution: No more fucking. No more getting fucked over. No more phonecalls. No more being psychotic. No more playa-hating. No more Goodbyes. No more saying Hello. No more opening yourself up. No more compromising yourself. No more burning the photographs and the gifts. No more giving. No more taking. No. Nothing. No more Love

Which leaves you wondering: if only single people are getting invited to this party (and I assume that is the case given the line of questioning at the dance floor) and they are going for the bitter, recently broken-up category of single people in the area, just how fucked up can the possibilities be?

Of course, this could have only happened to me at 330 Rich St. on a Thursday night. Where else?

One thought on “Love will tear us apart … again

  1. Like the Joy Division song.. I can hear it now, coming from the old 78 on 4ad.. When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low And resentment rides high, but emotions won’t grow And we’re changing our ways, taking different roads
    Then love, love will tear us apart again —

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