"I Don't Mean To Sound Like A Self-Promoting Prick But…"
Welcome back to Crap Email From A Dude! We felt it would be fitting to mark the resurrection of our old feature* – written by none other than Moe Tkacik – memorializing the wreckage of botched relations with an email attempt to resurrect…something?…from the wreckage of a monumentally botched relationship.
So: we winced a bit hearing the details of the yearlong courtship of Jared and Maggie, a 36-year-old lawyer and 35-year-old publishing industry person who met at a New Year’s Eve party in 2007 and dove right in to one of those mature relationship-py relationships that involve unabashed public hand-holding and getting up early enough on Sunday to watch the talk shows together and few restaurants that don’t serve respectable beet salad. (Oh also! A week-long vacation in Rome/Florence/etc..) Anyway, the week after their first anniversary they were sitting in a charming little crepe joint in Chelsea when… he dumped her, reader.
“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” she asked.
“I just don’t think about you when you’re not around,” was his response. That would of course change. But in the meantime Maggie, who is not a psychopath like most of us, maturely ceased all contact, “moved on” and eventually successfully stopped thinking about Jared when he wasn’t around. Until October, when Jared found himself thinking about Maggie sufficiently often to warrant emailing…her coworker Tom! Who had met Jared approximately twice.