There's a reason they call it personal

Get this ... I sat next to a fairly pleasant older (71 to be exact) gentleman at a charity event last night. We conversed all through dinner, then during dessert he started throwing up all over - not literally mind you, but figuratively. First, I heard how his engagement was called off last month. Next, I heard about how hard it is to find people on E-Harmony. Then, I heard how three girls dumped him last week. (Now I'm no relationship expert but maybe the dumping has something to do with the two-timing but what do I know) Finally, he threw down his napkin and exclaimed, "I don't need any desert, I need a woman. I'm getting out of here." And thus my evening ended as he got up and left. Which left me with only one thought - was it something I said?

This personal explosion doesn't even brush the surface of the woman on Friday night that found it necessary to tell me all about her sister's two abortions. I can't even get it to that one. Makes me grateful for two things: 1) I know what it means to keep something personal and 2) three people did not dump me last week.