So you've finally realized that the notion of a Mr. or Ms. Right is a fairy tale. Maybe he developed a foot fetish for another damsel's glass slipper, or maybe she just couldn't handle your dragon-fire breath. Whatever the case, the perfect place to break up with the one you thought was The One is a palace of other fictions. If you met this loser at First Friday, as we suggested, he or she is bound to be the emotional type, prone to wreckage at the parting of ways. Take the likely sad sack to the Kansas City Public Library under the guise of a cultural adventure. The threat of a librarian's shhhhh — or the distraction of one of the library's big to-dos — should prevent a scene. In these docile environs, you can quietly lead your latest ex to the self-help section, the better to find a cure for romance-curdling neuroses while indulging a favorite pastime: reading. (You generous thing, you.) When you've safely ditched Mr. or Ms. Not Right After All, pick up wine and hors d'oeuvres and your next Mr. or Ms. Maybe Right This Time at the literary event you passed on your way in.