I went to this Oyster festival once with a buddy of mine. Neither one of us had steady girlfriends at the time. After a day of downing many adult beverages, we met this redheaded chick and the three of us ended up partying into the night on her father's boat. My buddy had designs on her but she was digging me, so she and I ended up messing around that night. The next morning she made us these killer sandwiches. Anyway, she gave us her number but I wasn't interested in anything more than a hookup, so my buddy started going out with her for a while. She started getting serious but he "wasn't in that place."
One night they were going at it on his couch and he says to her in mid...er..."bangage": "I don't think we should see each other any more." Talk about coitus interuptus! Apparently, she took it well (but I have my doubts) and they kept in touch for a little while.
Moral of the story: No matter how bad you think you were dumped, somebody's got it worse.
(Hang in there, dude...it will get better )