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Dear Breakup Girl,

Last June my girlfriend broke up with me for the usual stuff (space, freedom, etc.). I was devastated. I don't think that I have ever been as sad about something in my entire life. It took me the whole summer to actually talk to her and straighten things out so I could finally get over it. I did. Sort of. She's a very good friend of a friend of mine, so I saw her once in a while. Every time I saw her we always had some kind of clash, where I would make fun of her, she would make fun of me, and I always ended up mad at her at the end of the night. That had been going on for about 3 months.

Along comes New Year's Eve, and our mutual friend has a party at his house, I kiss her at midnight, nothing unusual (I was kinda expecting to). Everyone gets really plastered, especially her. Then we all decide to go to bed (I'm REALLY tired by the way) and she's laying on the bathroom floor about ready to have the worst time of her life. I see her and me being the sucker I am, stay up with her the entire night and help her get to sleep so she can feel better. I got no sleep whatsoever. Early in the morning she wakes up, feeling better and sober, and I don't even know why, we started kissing and talking about old times and all this other stuff. It really messed me up. I thought for the longest time I didn't have feelings for her anymore and now I don't know. The worst part is, she told me that she loved me. I never got a clear message on whether it was a platonic "I love you" or the dreaded I love you "I love you." So now I ask your help, BG, what on God's green earth do I do? Do I call her and see what's up or do I just let it ride as your typical New Years Eve fluke?

-- Braden

Dear Braden,

I'll tell you what kind of "I love you" I think it was, if you promise (resolve?) not to hate me.

It was a "Holy cow, this guy held my hair back and took care of me all night, which -- as opposed to the episodes when we push each other's buttons -- reminded me of the sweet and good times we did have, which -- along with the Spumanti haze -- made kissing each other seem like a really good idea at the moment, which again, reminded me of the sweet and good times, which, finally, for old and good times' -- and Auld Lang Syne's -- sake, led me to say 'I love you,'" I love you.

Which is not to say you shouldn't call her. You want to do a what's-up, I got no problem with that, actually. But I just also want you to be prepared, just in case, to call some different numbers for Valentine's Day.

Love,
Breakup Girl

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