She gave the matter of leaving him a lot of thought. After all, he was the nicest man she had ever dated. He was pleasant, if boring; funny, in a simple sort of way; and far more handsome than she had ever imagined she could date. Simply taking him out to dinner and doing the deed seemed disrespectful. She hadn't really given him signs that she was unhappy in the relationship, and so it would come as a shock to his routine.
She spoke to her friends about it.
1) "Just do it-- a clean break will be easiest.
2) "Send him a text.
3) "C'mon. Don't be so ridiculous. He's a grown up. He's been dumped before. We all have.
4) "About fucking time. Call him and say you have something serious to talk about. Then, he'll know.
5) "Don't apologize and don't smile.
None of these would work. She did care about him, but not romantically. More in the way she cared for an injured bird she had found when she was thirteen.
She decided to do it slowly, in stages. First, she started calling him when she only had minutes to spare. She left just enough time for ritual greetings, but not enough time for any honest conversation. Then, she became busier with work and a new fitness plan. Finally, she casually introduced him to a girl she selected with great care.
A week later, she sent him a text, "I think we should talk."
"I want you to meet my parents," he wrote back.
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