LIKE a beloved family pet being put down, before parting with one’s girlfriend she must be given one last wonderful day. Follow this schedule:
Breakfast in bed
Women love this even though it brings crumbs that someone – let’s be honest, her – will have to clean up afterwards. But one final time, reward her with croissants, freshly squeezed juice and a halved fruit nobody wants that looks pretty. If she demands a picture for Instagram, make sure you’re not on it.
Take her somewhere scenic
A country walk, a beach, a farmers’ market or anywhere with attractive scenery and sufficient witnesses in case she works out what’s happening and lashes out furiously. It’s about creating a lovely backdrop to her memories, rather than giving her the bad news in the car park of an out-of-town retail estate. Even if you do need bits from M&S.
Be unusually attentive
Realistically you last listened to her 18 months ago before you got bored of the sex. But she doesn’t need to know that. Ostentatiously listen to whatever she’s rambling on about now. Nod and smile thoughtfully, unless it seems sad. Tell her how amazing she is, laying the groundwork for later explaining that she deserves better than you.
Buy her something thoughtful
Not too expensive, given there will be no return in blowjobs. Nor anything metal or sharp-edged in case she later hurls it at your head. Flowers are always good because over the next ten days they’ll fade away and be forgotten, like your love for her has, in a metaphor which will hopefully help.
Prepare a romantic dinner
Candles and soft music set the scene. Cook your signature dish to leave her with a non-bitter taste on her lips. Gaze into her eyes across the table one last time and wait until the meal’s mostly consumed before saying ‘We need to talk about the future,’ so she’s got nothing hot to tip in your lap.
Break the bad news
Begin by recapping this wonderful, magical day which has brought you together like nothing has since you started messaging girls on Tinder again. Then gently let her down, holding her hand as she drifts away into the darkness. Not that she’s dying. It’s just that you’ll never so much as reply to one of her texts again.