How to Break up the Classy Way

With infinite options for future hookups, why be nice to a woman while ditching her? Among other reasons, it'll pay off big down the road.

It’s a truth universally acknowledged that great lovers give excellent break-ups. There’s a direct correlation between your bedroom dexterity and your communication skills. To really heat up the sheets, to storm the gates of Isengard, to Spock her Kirk, you must be the guy who gets off on meeting her needs—and she will never be needier than at the end of the affair. And there’s exactly one performance-enhancing drug that works miracles for you: the good goodbye.

Take it from a girl who gets around, who has an adult lifetime of naked data: Men who dumped me hard always thought they were much better in bed than they really were. There are 50 awful ways to leave a lover, and the lovers to go with them—and I’ve slept with them all: meltdown men, ghosts, martyrs, take-another-girl-to-Paris-whoops-that’s-not-OK? guys. Without exception, men who left incompetently were mediocre when they came. My most memorable, legendary partners have been heroic all the way out the door.

So nail the dismount. Exes aren’t problems but people. Learn to do it the humane way, like putting down a pet—gently and with dignity, not with rocks and a pillowcase. It will vastly improve your game.

DON'T: DISAPPEAR

Don’t stop taking her calls, ignore her texts and e-mails, defriend her, move to a new city, or enlist in the Navy. Charlize ghosted Sean Penn, then he took a murderous drug kingpin to lunch. It made him crazy.

My last boyfriend, some journalist, was an ardent electronic pen pal—daily e-mails, nightly cock shots—until he disapparated. It’s not as if he owns an invisibility cloak—I can read his byline five days a week, I know where he is. The technology that makes it easy for you to go AWOL makes it impossible, too. We see you on Instagram, Twitter, and with night-vision goggles in front of your house.

Ghosting isn’t actually hiding, but it does create stalker terrorists. You think you’re being non-confrontational when you’re really writing recruitment videos for ISIS.

DON'T: BLAME

Sometimes she’s to blame. If she cheated on you, she’s wrong, you’re right. But mostly, relationships are nuanced things. A spreadsheet doesn’t belong in the final accounting. Dating is a long, emotional job interview. You may have been with the wrong candidate.

Whether it was two weeks or six years, you still can’t blame her for being bad at the job description in your head. Your mother probably wrote it.

DON'T: TORTURE HER

There’s such a thing as being mean until she breaks up with you. From 19 to 24, all the men I dated preferred malingering at the door rather than just leaving. It was needles under my fingernails. Taking time and space to think is waterboarding. Canceling five dates in a row then scheduling a sixth? Electrodes on the netherbits.

Women are totally on to this strategy. We can and will retaliate with hunger strikes, prison riots, and a shiv before breaking out of your creepy relationship Guantanamo.

DON'T: PITY YOURSELF

Some men feel extremely sorry for themselves, delivering long, sad speeches as they go. That Act III monologue on the weight of your baggage is useful to no one.

In the midst of a break-up, she should not have to hear about the cast of offstage actors in your difficult life. A guy whose grandparents were Holocaust survivors used Hitler as an excuse for being an asshole as he dumped me. (Then sent flowers—such a shit.) One of my exes cried about his ex-wife living with someone who wasn’t him. Another whined about accidentally knocking up someone who wasn’t me.

Be the perp, not the victim.

DON'T: LOOT HER LIFE

Your snookum’s stuff is not yours. One of my exes kept everything I left behind until finally I swallowed my bile and requested their remittance. Cookbooks, slippers, and a toothbrush are not spoils of war. Don’t make her negotiate for her own things.

Unless otherwise instructed, the U.S. Postal Service is not an appropriate way to divide your belongings. Return her camera to her in person alone, even if you’re busy and important and a coward. (OK, I’ve been guilty of mailing stuff back, too, even gifts, with no note at all. It’s a flaming paper bag of emotional poo. I’m so sorry, exes.)

DON'T: FREAK OUT

One boyfriend, a politico, went full My Lai on me as he bolted for the jungle. It was the most terrifying 14 minutes of my life, and I got shingles on my face.

Meltdowns prove you’re dangerous to women, children, and pets, doomed to a lifetime of agony...and qualified to work in the White House. Relationship PTSD is no excuse for brutality. If you panic, then double back and try again. Never leave a body on the battlefield.

Breakups follow the Geneva Conventions: Tend to the wounded, even your enemies.

Also, she’s not your enemy.

DON'T: GET NAKED

Knocking it out right before you dump her is a disastrous choice. (I’m talking to you, Mr. Journalist ex-boyfriend.) Asking for sex immediately after is worse (Mr. Banker, Mr. Tech Exec).

And, out of courtesy, avoid cross-contamination: Don’t start sleeping with your next girlfriend before you’ve appropriately disposed of the current one (again, Mr. Tech Exec).

DO: SET THE STAGE

Always say goodbye in person. I like to pick a quiet, well-lit place. Home works, as long as it’s not your home—you can always leave someone else’s place, but it’s impossible to get a sobbing ex off your own sofa.

Never dump her in bed. There’s an advantage to public goodbyes, to going somewhere she’ll be embarrassed to cry or have a heated fight. Prep her, let her know you need to get something heavy off your chest. If she thinks she’s going for a romantic meal and discovers she’s yesterday’s fish, you’re just being cruel. Avoid booze.

DO: SAY THREE TRUE THINGS

You’d rather dress your grandmother in a wetsuit than spend another night together, fine—but she doesn’t need to hear that.

Never tell her you’re dead inside; instead, tell her three other true things. 1) She has pretty hair. 2) Work is really busy. 3) You always loved your grandmother.

All true! You’ve complimented her, distracted her, and left her with a nice impression of you.

DO: USE THE MAGIC WORDS

She wants an explanation, and you don’t owe her one. There’s a precise and efficient way to get out of Dodge without having a long, meaningful conversation about your horse. These golden words are gleaned from years of experience, so use the incantation wisely:

“I don’t want to pursue this.”

Note: Never say, “I don’t want to pursue you.” Simply “this,” which could be anything—a rodeo career, a Senate run, a pygmy-goat farm.

DO: BE KIND

Really, this is your only job. The good break-up deserves all the kindness and compassion befitting a great romance.

Over time, she paid in with love and affection; think of the ending as her pension.

If you don’t pay it out in full, you’re an emotional Ted Cruz. Nobody dates Ted Cruz. Nobody.

DO: MAKE TREATIES

Breaking up can be one-sided, but tender endings require bilateral negotiation. I’m terribly proud of my best breakups: We loved each other as a couple and forged a way to care about each other apart. This isn’t the same as staying friends—though peace agreements make that possible—it’s about crafting a humane and diplomatic withdrawal.

Bonus: If you upgrade your let-downs, there can be other benefits: Many couples reunite after a time-out. While some zombie romances are worth beheading, others look pretty good after months of swiping left on Tinder. Don’t spoil the well with a rotting corpse when you might be thirsty later. Double bonus: Taking the high road lowers the odds she’ll unhinge and go bipolar in your lobby. This is crucial for you and your next love, who doesn’t deserve to be the model for a slasher voodoo doll. Triple bonus: After taking the gentlemanly bow, you’ll actually be most of the way toward getting over her. If you can’t do the right thing—if you need to have the last word, sprint for the exit, or flagrantly foul out—she’s still under your skin. The longer that irritation lasts, the longer it’ll take to locate your next girlfriend.

Do the do's and avoid the don’ts, for her sake and for yours. Someday you could be on the receiving end of a colossal heave-ho. As long as turnabout is foreplay, only ever dump her as you might wish to be dumped.