Love is dead, long live love

So I’m single again. You have to love the internet because now you can break up with someone and then read his blog to see what he’s thinking (so far, no posts about me.) Hopefully our no-posting agreement will last longer than our relationship. Modern relationships should have a statue of limitations that says you cannot write about your ex-lover until at least half of the amount of time that you were together. Not that anyone cares… I mean it’s not lot like I’m a celebrity. Or that anyone reads my blog. Or, that I even write in my blog…

Anyway, we managed 1 whole year (stress on manage) which is a new record for me. I think my relationships for the last few years have been like 6 months, max. Next time, I’ll be more discriminating, I think my next lover has to at least understand the trauma I feel because the Prada group will shutter the skeleton of Helmut Lang’s past glory by closing the store in Paris to make it into a… Mui Mui store. As if! Sniff sniff.

Part of me thinks this is sadder than my newly ended relationship…