We broke up in a Taco Bell parking lot on a Tuesday and I want to write it all down before it gets sanded into a story I tell at parties. Here is what actually happened. She wanted to talk. I said okay, and I knew, I absolutely knew, because nobody has ever wanted to "talk" about something good. We drove and neither of us said anything for eleven minutes. I counted them on the clock. Then she pulled into the Taco Be…