Day trip to wine country seems a little big for date two, but we don't know how big this Bro's wallet is or what his game's like. Then he reconsidered that maybe all of this wasn't such a good idea, so he sent that now-infamous, rather polite e-mail calling things off.
And that's when she lost her shit. Maybe she somehow made it to 26 without ever being the one dumped and always being the dumpee? Who knows. Woodward Pu writes:
I was stunned into paralysis. I had no words–this never happens–and I just felt short of breath. There were many things that pissed me off, but I was so flustered I couldn’t even articulate them. Again, this is a serious problem for a writer and effusive communicator.
I was still so agitated 10 hours later that I had to leave opera rehearsal early. This is a serious no-no, given that opening night is Saturday at the Organization of American States.
Then I realized: I am on the eve of my 26th birthday. Why am I stewing instead of just expressing what I really feel? There is practically nothing to lose from just telling the truth.
And then she fired that text-heard-round-the-world off:
I'm sorry, but I'm not sure how Quin Woodward Pu gets a pass here. He very kindly cut things off and complimented her, yet she turned around and forwarded his texts to her boss. So, so, so uncool. Then she proceeded to shame him publically on her blog, which now all of the Internet is weighing in on. Sounds pretty tasteless to me.
Be careful what you get into out there, Bros.
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