Of course she thought that cool guys did not feel break-up pain.
That allowed him to be a Cool Guy too.
Facial expression aside Cool Guys are immune from the normal stress of loss.
It's from that bold body of judgement that they pick their shoes.
And an outstanding shoe is only one less component away from being a Cool Guy.
Still' you think : "Those shoes cost more than a my patent leather Moroccan Living room set."
Cool Guys get a lot of sex. They probably have to turn it down. Not up to standard.
That was the answer, he determined. Why be upset. There was redemption ten digits away.
That's how it began .
"You want to leave this relationship. Well go on. I can have another "You" in a minute."
"Your replacement is only ten digits away."
"You Must not Know About Me" .... Was Cool Guy's Byline.
That no one is 'Irreplaceable" ... could not be made too clear, or to early.
Or too Beyonce.
And the next ten digits later he had an Hawaiian Pizza loaded with extra parmesan and mushrooms in hand and was watching an old Episode of Friends. On the genuine Moroccan leather lounge chair.
Because what Cool Guy ever needed a 'couch' anyway.
The first lie they teach you is:
Happiness makes up for in height what it lacks in length.
Nice sounding bullshit.
Even Harvard will tell you that:
"The pain of failure goes in far deeper than does the joy of happiness and success."
Which is the evil sounding kind of shit that sticks to the wall.
Ten digits. Never any pain. Endless disposable pussy.
Just consider it.
Where's the harm in that ?