Finally I got up to leave, and the pretty girl standing at the counter waiting for her coffee gave me a big smile as I walked up to return my cup. I smiled back, and wondered for an instant if I knew her. I decided I didn't, just before she greeted me in a way that said I did. Oops? She said confidently "I know you from somewhere..." and I gave her a quizzical smile as she began to explain she was "Christian's girlfriend." Nope, didn't ring any bells - so I shook my head, figuring we must just look familiar because we'd seen each other in the coffee shop several times. Then she went on to say, "... and you're dating his sister."
Ahhhhhhhh... that Christian.
She saw the light go on over my head, and I quirked a wry-but-cheerful little grin at her and said "actually, I'm not." She returned the grin as I said "it's good to see you again, anyway," and wandered on out.
Breaking up with someone certainly still isn't, and never will be, something I enjoy doing. But even so, there's something that feels kinda... wholesome about having done so and not being bitter afterwards. If this is what growing up feels like, I could get used to it.