September 15, 2011 at 4:00 am by Michael Workman

Illustration: Beryl Chung

By Michael Workman

Splitting up is difficult to do. It’s made also harder whenever it takes place within the hold of a brand new reality that is social. I’m sitting for a screen barstool at Cafe Selmarie in the Lincoln Square strip, where I’ve been summoned via text via a flash downpour when it comes to news that is bad and I’m completely blindsided. Just exactly How did this take place? It’s absurd, one thing away from a bout of “Bored to Death”: simply three days earlier in the day we had been lying in bed discussing plans for a wedding that is friend’s months away. We turn my look flooring towards the roof. Exactly Just Just What did We miss? Everything decelerates, then pauses a beat. My clothing are dripping damp, and I’m sitting with (let’s call her) Ramona, whom I came across through a dating that is online called OkCupid. It’s a service I’ve been on for almost couple of years now, since we split (amicably) and after hundreds of treatment sessions, once I discovered myself confronted by a dating scene that has changed pretty radically.