After a few beers, the conversation turned to exs, and while the stories started off amusing, at least to my drunken self, they quickly turned bitter, and I clearly did a poor job of hiding my discomfort as he noticed.
"What? They dumped me, so I'm entitled to not enjoy that!"
I struggled to find the right words, so I took a big gulp of beer before I finally spoke.
"You're entitled to your emotions, sure, but acting upon them like that..."
"How did you react when you were last dumped?"
"I haven't yet."
This seemed to satisfy him, somehow.
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