It was odd that I was found myself having a beer and consoling my super cute colleague about a very recent breakup with her boyfriend. It was not odd that I would lend a sympathetic ear to someone I don’t know that well. It was not odd for me to provide an opportunity for a woman to vent about a “man that done her wrong.” It was odd that I, a gentleman with a close history of heartache, would have that ear, that capacity to allow someone opportunity to vent. But there we were at a slightly divey Capitol Hill pub discussing her pain and a bit of mine too.
She had the misfortune to fall for a man incapable of making decisions of life long consequence. What makes this so painful for her is that she never had a baseline of happiness; she was mostly happy before she met him but felt incomplete without that significant someone. It wasn’t the right moment for me to tell her about the need to be happy with and by one’s self before developing the capacity to be with someone else. I just listened, offered advice when asked, and was the person who wouldn’t let her go home after work because she really didn’t need to rattle around in her house alone with her thoughts.
I wanted to take away her pain – no gentleman likes to see a woman cry – but all I could do was listen. SCC I hope you know that pain will fade because it always does, my phone is always on, my door always open, and you are always welcome to my scotch.