Today is the 17th anniversary of the first time I got dumped (well, by a woman who I had actually snogged more than once, anyway.)She dumped me outside the Co-op on St Stephen's Street in Norwich at 3:42 in the afternoon. It was cold and grey. I'm fairly sure it was a Thursday. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying - but I knew I was dumped. She kept saying sorry and not meaning it.
I was broken-hearted for at least a month. Then I started to seriously fancy her ex-girlfriend, skive school and screw-up my A-levels.
(-But that's another story entirely...)
In retrospect, it actually is a happy anniversary: I started to learn a great deal that day.
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