Many guys see breaking up with their girlfriends as an opportunity to go back on the “club scene” or wherever else they go to hunt for girls. For me, the thrill of the chase was never as exciting as having a girl to call my own. Veronica was my baby, and we were Lady & The Tramp perfect (without the tramp part – we both came from well-raised families). I don’t know where I went wrong with our relationship, but one thing was clear to me: Veronica found someone else, and I was no longer in her life.

As always, I went through the stages of coping. First, I was in denial: I couldn’t believe it had happened, and sleeping on an empty bed was extremely awkward! Second, I was angry: why would that stupid, immature ex-girlfriend of mine want to dump me? What makes this other guy SO much better than me? I was fit, well-dressed, made good money and drove a nice car … this new guy can’t possibly be as sweet as I was, too!
(Meanwhile, all my friends were telling me I would never get Veronica back, but I knew they were lying to me. Not only was getting back with her possible, but we actually made our relationship stronger when we got back together! But I digress.)

Third, I went through the bargaining stage: “Maybe if I stop calling her, she’ll question my whereabouts and become interested in what’s going on with me?” Of course, I couldn’t be more wrong, because I soon realized that unless I took action myself – and took it SOON – I would forever lose Veronica. Then came the fourth stage, which was depression. I lost appetite and my interest in sports disappeared. I enjoyed hanging out with my friends, but I soon found myself withdrawn, just staying up late at night and thinking about her; where she was at, at that very moment. I couldn’t get her smile, her smell, her voice, and her everything else out of my head. How could I go on without Veronica???

I wasn’t able to complete the 5th stage of my coping process: acceptance. I never accepted Veronica as someone that I was no longer with. Deep down, she will always be my number 1. And so, one night, I decided to change everything. I was not going to be running around with my nose down to my chin. I told myself: less moping, more doing.

My thoughts changed. All of a sudden, I knew I was going to get her back, and I knew exactly how.