Talk about coincidence

One of my best friends recently fell in love. She met a fellow, they decided that they were meant to be together, but he was getting ready to move away. They had met a couple of weeks before he was to move. So, they decided that they would keep in touch, and the two of them started to get pretty serious.
Then they decided to drop the hammer and break up with her. He wrote her an email that explained that they lived too far apart, blah blah blah. As he admitted to her, he had led her on, and couldn’t do it any longer.

Guess where he moved to…

Take a guess…

London, Ontario.


Is this a requirement for living in that God Forsaken place? Is it city policy that you become involved with some random person before you move there, so that you can inflict serious pain once you’re there? Maybe they send out a pamphlet. A do-it-yourself kit.

I feel bad for her because she really liked this guy. But my buddy is a tough girl. She’ll be ok. What can I say, Love’s a bitch…