The movies lie. They make it look so easy and empowering to walk away from the guy who gets your panties in a twist. In reality, you spend the whole time alternating between wanting to run back to him and berating yourself for being an idiot. I don't feel empowered at all. Just a little nauseated, actually. And sweaty, of course.

The movies don't usually focus much on the time after the whole "walking away" thing, either - at least not enough to prepare me for the torture of the ...