My best being dumped story was on the wedding night of my two best friends. This guy that I had been dating for a few months had just moved to NYC and he flew back to NC for the wedding. He bought them a really nice VCR. Anyway, after the wedding, in the wee hours of the night, we went back to my house and he said "this isn't working out" (or one of those equally painful phrases). And I yelled "you flew all the way back from New York to break up with me?!?!" and he said "I thought it was the right thing to do." So I said "please leave" and he thought I said "don't leave" so he started hemming- and hawing and saying it was getting late and I said "I think you misunderstood me: I am asking you to leave". And then I tracked down my just married friends staying at a local bed and breakfast and crashed their honeymoon night with my sobbing. Shortly after, I also moved to NYC and for a whole month I kept seeing this guy wherever I went. Not in the dreamy sense either - for real. One of my friends said if I kept running into him that someone was going to have to offer up their liver as a sacrifice to the relationship gods. I never saw him again.
