I have broken up once. It would have been twice, but for the minor detail that She thought that we weren't going out in the first place... but enough of that. The girl with whom I did break up, kat2003, pulled the just friends line on me... it was my first time. I would have been f*cking ecstatic to be her friend! Not that she cared or anything. Soon enough, she decided that she could not stand being near me ("could not handle being your friend").
A digression into something which will sound utterly pathetic to the more experienced among us:
On the first night we were going out, we had some mildly sexual fantasies... Together... Over the phone. Soon after (I'm not sure exactly when, but within the first week), she brought up the topic of marriage, saying that she would be sooooo depressed if we didn't get married on December 19, 2009 (10 years after we first went out). I was plunged into ecstacy. The next week, we got to actually see each other for the first time since we started going out. I went to her house to "study for the Biology final." We did actually study, but the Real Reason for going over was simply to see each other. Her father absolutely prohibited us to go upstairs, Of Course. So, we sat at the kitchen table reading our Bio notes and finding excuses to lean on each other's shoulders.
(end of digression)
A few weeks later, we almost had a passionate kiss.
She's talked to me once in the last few months, when I said "Hi, you can't talk to me." She mumbled back something that resembled "Hi."
I still feel somewhat bad about it, but the way I was able to continue after we parted was to simply apply a harsh stereotype to her and forget about it. This introduces a subject for profound depression, though, in that my stereotype (she's a bitch) seems to be entirely consistent with her behavior. Viva la estupidez!