How to Survive a San Francisco Break-Up

It’s a sad thing that The Bold Italic has shuttered. They did a lot of really great things for many SF artists and writers and it’s a true shame that they are no longer around. The Bold Italic not only gave SF creatives great exposure, it also actually paid them good money, which we all know is a really rare thing. I’m really proud of the work I did for them, some of which I consider my best, and I’ll be sharing these every once in awhile.

The brilliant artwork for this was done by Heather Tompkins. This originally appeared on The Bold Italic on March 14th, 2012.

I’m currently sleeping on my cousins’ couch in the Castro. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I’m sleeping on a couch that was mine, and in my apartment until recently, when my girlfriend and I broke up. When I moved out, I took my couch with me, and gave it to my cousins. It’s their couch now and I’m sleeping on it. I kinda feel like a turtle, carrying my home on my back wherever I go.

Strange, right? Well most things in San Francisco are a little strange, and ending a relationship in this town is no different. From not being able to move out for a few months due to the expensiveness of this city to knowing that the only way you won’t run into your ex is if she moves out of town, breakups in SF might be a special breed. What follows is a little guide to surviving a San Francisco breakup. That is, of course, after you figure out who gets which tutu from the costume box.

GET OUT OF TOWN

When you’ve spent a long time with someone, your lives have a way of melding together; you become an island of two. You have your own language, your own customs, your own way of interfacing with the world that only the two of you fully understand. After a breakup, everything from the Tesora blend at Philz Coffee to the groceries you buy at Rainbow reminds you of the little sovereign nation you used to inhabit. So the best thing you can do is get the fuck out of town for a little while. Go someplace where you don’t have any nostalgic memories with your ex, like Berkeley. Really, when was the last time you actually went to Berkeley? Yeah, it’s still over there across the bay.

BE PREPARED TO RUN INTO YOUR EX This is San Francisco, a city that’s only seven miles by seven miles. You are, without a doubt, gonna run into your ex. It is unavoidable. If you’re lucky, it’ll be during the daytime while you’re both sober and on your way somewhere else. If you’re unlucky, you’ll be out drunk one night and end up an emotional mess after running into her and her friends at The Residence. If you’re really unlucky, you’ll run into him while you’re drunk and fragile and he’s out with someone else. Most likely, all three of these things are gonna happen. So just be mentally prepared.

Be prepared for the way they have the ability to take your breath away just by entering the room. Be prepared for him to act like he’s totally over it. Be prepared for her to seem happy with somebody else. Be prepared for them to not want to have a drunken conversation with you at Otis about all the things you could’ve done better. Be prepared for them to seem like they’ve gotten their shit together while you’re still an emotional casualty. They likely feel the exact same way as you – they just don’t wanna let you know. It’s called self-protection. It hurts. Be prepared. Shit, you probably can’t. At least try, if not for yourself, then for me. No one wants to see you crying in public, unless it’s because the Niners just lost the playoff game.

STOP GOING TO THE SAME SPOTS      This goes along with the last point, but try changing up your routine a bit. If you go to all the same places, you’re more likely to get all nostalgic. Plus, you’re more likely to run into your ex. So, switch from Four Barrel to Blue Bottle. Try the Union Square location of Cafe La Taza instead of the Castro one. Sit on Gay Beach at Dolores Park instead of Hipster Terrace. Hang out in North Beach instead of the Marina.

 

START SAYING YES TO MORE THINGS      

One of the great things about being single is that you no longer have to take someone else into consideration with every decision that you make. Start saying yes to things you wouldn’t before. Take up that friend on the promised surfing lesson. Go for the midnight bike ride up the wiggle, through the park, and out to the beach. Try dating girls. Have a threesome (that’s what I’m hoping for). Have an “uncool threesome” (you know, the MMF one). Go to the Power Exchange. Do too much blow in Delirium’s bathroom and go home with someone way too young for you. Bang a cougar you meet at Balboa Cafe. Do some shit you might regret but will make a good story eventually. It’s amazing how this all ends up going back to sex isn’t it?

DON’T FUCK YOUR EX’S FRIENDS

There’re a million reasons not to go there. Just don’t. Plus, do you really think no one is gonna find out? This is San Francisco for fuck’s sake. Gossip moves through this town quicker than herpes.

TRY NOT TO KEEP FUCKING YOUR EX

I know this one can be hard. You’re wasted one night, stumbling out of Beauty Bar, City Tavern, Badlands, or some other meat market and you’re totally underwhelmed by your opportunities. You think to yourself, “I should really call ___.” It sounds like a good idea at the time. The familiarity, the comfort, the fact that you know your itch will get scratched. All I’m saying is that it’s not a good idea. You’re just picking scabs from a wound.

GET BACK IN TOUCH WITH OLD FRIENDS

There’s a great line from “Break Up the Family” by Morrissey that goes, “Let me see all my old friends/let me put my arm around them/because I really do love them.” And once you go through a breakup, that shit totally resonates. You wanna surround yourself with people who love you. Plus, let’s face it, you’ve been totally neglecting your friendships. And hey, they might have hottie friends to hook you up with. I especially like to hang out with my married friends and make them jealous with all of my ridiculous dating stories. And they really are ridiculous. How is there not a reality show about the strangeness of dating in San Francisco?

DON’T LISTEN TO TOO MUCH MORRISSEY      

Or any other sad music for that matter. Yeah, I know I just quoted him and all, but sitting around listening to sad-ass music is just gonna make you a sad ass.

THROW OUT THE STUFF THAT REMINDS YOU OF THEMGet rid of some of that clutter that piles up during a relationship. Things like your matching Bay to Breakers costumes, the Britney Spears songs that somehow got on your iPod, the stubs from that Giants game you went to last year, that weird piece of furniture you found on the street that your ex insisted you bring home, the shitty piece of art that you’ve loathed ever since she bought it off some kid on Haight Street. But keep the photos – you’ll want those some day. Just make sure you hide them from yourself for a while.

Lately I’ve been thinking that love can only be measured by the scars it leaves. But if that’s the case then maybe a breakup can be measured only by the way you heal. Hopefully, some of the tips above will help you mend. If not, there’s always booze.