So I am on a date with this smart, gorgeous, independent Canadian guy. Despite a 15-minute wait everything goes well … at first. See, we both agree on a huge burger place for our first date: very nice, very casual, very easy. We are impressed with the food and I am impressed with his personality. You see, despite being younger than me, the guy has so many stories to tell, and very interesting ones, actually. But then it happens, the guy starts talking about his ex, and does he go on for the most part of it. At some point, he actually calls him “my boyfriend”. Sure, okay, it is always hard to move on, right? I would be the last person to blame him. But what should I do? Should I tell him that I want to enjoy this fatty, juicy beef bacon burger without any drama talk or should I just listen to him, maybe give him some advice about how to move the hell on? I go for the second option. And here I am, shooting some “you’re too cute to be sad”, “this guy doesn’t deserve you”, “he will probably come back, don’t worry”. As a matter of fact, everything I say is just useless. The guy keeps on mourning his (not-that-)past relationship. So I just shut up and I listen to every piece of it: the first date, the sex part, the sad part, the breaking-up, and last but not least, the reunion that would occur the next day. Eventually I run out of burger and he might as well notice that I do not have the energy to keep listening to him any longer. I go home. I do not hear from the guy for a couple of days so I just send him a very casual message, see if he is still alive. “Hi, how are you?” And here it is: