Samantha: “Well let’s just say it, you won.”
Carrie: “Was there a contest?”
Samantha: “Oh please, there’s always a contest with an ex — It’s called ‘Who Will Die Miserable.’”
There’s nothing like staying in on Saturday night for a self-induced marathon of “Sex and the City.” (For the record, it’s not “Sex in the City.” I usually have to check. It makes me nervous every time.)
I especially loved the scene above because, seriously, is there anything better than being happy in a new relationship while watching an ex suffer alone?
This is assuming it wasn’t one of those mutual breakups, but let’s face it — break-ups are never mutual. One person just gives in. Sucker.
Nonetheless, after any good, knock-down, drag-out break up, the race begins to see who will start dating first. Someone will couple up fastest and someone will be left in the dust.
And you’d better hope it ain’t you.
Because the naughty and completely gratifying satisfaction felt by the winner — well, there’s a flipside. It really sucks to be the loser. It sucks even worse if you initiated the break up.
There are ways of getting around this setback. One good psychological exercise is to identify every single reason why his new girlfriend is a monster. You could say, “She looks like Chelsea Clinton,” or “She’s as fat as Tyra Banks.” It usually helps to repeat these attacks over and over again to your friends, and also people you’ve just met. Whatever makes you feel better.
But mostly you’ll still feel like crap. That is, unless you have the good fortune of drunk dialing your ex and telling him exactly how much of a monster his new girlfriend is. That might make you feel better until the next morning when you realize you just gave him the upper hand.
Because even in a breakup, it’s still about power.
One person will find a new mate, live long and prosper… and have the power.
One will die miserable. Make sure it’s not you.