|
|
The Stories...
|
Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
: submit your own
Dumped on national TV
by Eric S
|
KA and I dated for a brief period of time back in the early 90's during college. This was right before she was planning to move to NYC. We dated knowing that it would only last until that point, but we decided to have fun while we could and then she would move away and that would be that.
The night before she was leaving, I went to hang out with her at her parent's house. That night she kind of talked me into still staying together, even though we had previously discussed ending it at that point. My band was going to tour a lot at that time, so it seemed to make as much sense as anything else. I flew up a few times to stay with her in her place, and the band stayed with her when we played in NYC.
We used to write and call each other several times a week.
To make a long story short, like many long distance relationships, it started to fizzle. She was meeting people, I was meeting new people. The letters and calls became more infrequent. blah blah.
But we were still 'together', in whatever way that is possible in such an arrangement.
Anyway, around this time my friend Andrew was graduating and he had family in NJ. KA was excited, because she was having a hard time meeting new people and he was an old friend, etc.
She called one time to tell me that she had met Allan Havey, who at the time was on Comedy Central with his show Night After Night. He had asked her to be his 'audience of one', which was his shtick on the show.
She said to watch the show on X date, that she would be on it, and to tell everyone to watch.
So at this point in time, she was my girlfriend. I'm telling family, friends, etc. that ‘my girlfriend' is going to be on comedy central at whatever time and date it was.
Family members are getting ready, popping popcorn, plopping down on the couch. Friends are popping beers and turning it on.
Boom, there she is on TV.
He's talking to her, giving her shit, etc., like he did on that show.
He asked her if she was single, and she said she had a boyfriend.
I got that butterfly feeling.
Then he asks her what he did.
She says, 'he's an artist', which I thought was an odd way to say that I was a musician.
Then she says, 'his name is Andrew'...
ba-dum-dum.
|
|
|
|
