Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?

No, I'm not going to into a Tina Tuner song, complete with the hair, but rather introduce the concept of pain.

What hurts, rejection (I've been there often) or rejecting? I'd have to say being shot down sucks cadaver navel lint, but having to reject or dump another person who hasn't "done" anything to you, is like procology on King Kong. There's no easy way to do it, but just climb in and wade through, or perhaps self-urethra flushing and inspection.

I truly fear saying, "Uh ... I, er ... there's no good way to say this, 'don't want to date you".
Damn!