Take me out

When you live on a tiny island like Manhattan... the odds of bumping into the one who broke your heart are incredibly high. The odds of bumping into him when you look like shit are even higher. After a break-up, certain streets, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional land mines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.
- Get your coat, Anne Frank, we're going out.
- I'm really not in the mood.
- Coat on. Body out.
- Where are we going?
- It's a surprise.
- Only if it's nowhere I can run into him.
- Just when exactly do you think you're gonna be getting out of this hostage situation?
- What? Am I wrong?
- Don't listen to her; it's only been a month. It takes half the total time you went out with someone to get over them.
- I always like a big math solution to any love problem.
- It's the break-up rule. You and Big only went out for a year. So that means she's got five more months to get over him.
- You gotta cut your losses and get back in the game.
[...]
- You're way too dressed up for where we're going.
- I'm gonna risk being overdressed vs. the chance of meeting Big the first time looking the way I feel.
- The first meeting is the worst, you never know how to act.
- Then there's the vomiting.
[...]
Forty minutes and a $55 cab ride later, we found ourselves at Yankee Stadium.
Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees.
I was a huge fan of being anywhere you can smoke and drink at 2:00 in the afternoon without judgment.
[...]
As Miranda went on and on about the new Yankee's stats... I couldn’t help wondering about my own. Ten years playing in New York. Countless dates. Five real relationships. One serious. All ending in break-ups. If I were a ballplayer, I'd be batting... Whatever really bad is.
[...]
As my ballpark cheap beer buzz wore off... I began to worry about the ramifications of my day. Was Charlotte right? Were we supposed to get over an ex in a slow, painful way? Or should we ignore all the bad feelings and throw ourselves back in the game? In a world where leaving each other seems to be getting more and more frequent.... What are the break-up rules?
[...]
I was reaching for my favorite necklace when.... I thought I'd destroyed all the evidence, but there it was. We'd taken it with a disposable camera... before it ever dawned on me that we could be disposable as well. It was then and there I created my own very first break-up rule: Destroy all pictures where he looks sexy and you look happy.[...]
- What's wrong?
- I thought I saw....
- Where?
- No, it wasn't him.
- Do you think he'll be here?
- I don't know, I hadn't thought about it.
Break-up rule number two:Lie. It's a lot easier than admitting that's why you invited the new Yankee... and why you maxed out your credit card to buy the dress.
[...]
After breakfast, Charlotte and I went shopping.
Break-up rule number three: Until emotionally stabilized, enter no stores.
[...]
Break-up rule number four: Never stop thinking about him even for a moment...because that's the moment he'll appear.
As he made his way through the crowd, I felt calm. I had accomplished the perfect first meeting. I looked good, I felt good, and I was with the new Yankee.
- Surprise!
- Look at you!
[...]
But I didn't go home. I couldn't. I went to a pay phone.
- It's me. Hi, Listen. I know things are really weird between us right now. But I really need to talk. Can you....will you meet me at our place in 15 minutes? Okay.
...

- I saw Big. And I completely fell apart. I know you want me to be over him--
- I'm a jerk. That's my stuff. It's not you. I saw Eric on the street today. And I hid. After two years. I forgot how hard it is. Just take all the time you need, okay?
-These are cold.

-So?
And finally, the most important break-up rule:
No matter who broke your heart or how long it takes to heal... you'll never get through it without your friends.