Jay Baruchel proposed to longtime girlfriend Alison Pill back in 2011, and it seemed like nothing could stop their love (or something). However, that couldn’t be more wrong, as the wedding has since been called off – apparently her doing, if Jay’s Twitter page is anything to go by:
“Alone again, naturally. Heartbroken. I won’t be on twitter for awhile gang. Getting dumped rules.
Oh, okay. There’s nothing better than someone feeling the need to spill the ups and downs of their relationship on social networking sites. It’s my favourite! Please add in a cryptic Facebook status that includes lyrics to a really depressing song! That’ll complete the picture.
As for why they split, a source told US Weekly:
“Working and living in Canada is something that [Baruchel] is very passionate about. He wanted her up there more often, but she really likes Newsroom and the opportunities that are there for her,” the insider explains. “They were doing the long distance [thing] a lot.”
Long distance is ass, obviously, but if you want it and it’s right, it can definitely work. Maybe that’s not how they do shit in Canada. Ah, well.
March 5, 2013 at 7:30 am by Jennifer
You guys know Jay Baruchel. You’ve seen his precious little nerdy face in movies like Knocked Up, Million Dollar Baby, and Tropic Thunder, or you might know him from his earlier work on Nickelodeon’s “Are You Afraid of the Dark?” Either way, he’s getting married to Alison Pill, an actress you might know from Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. Even if you don’t know who these kids are, let me just tell you that they’re getting married, and Jay has the best proposal story that I’ve ever heard:
“I was going to give her a ring, and I wasn’t sure,” Baruchel, 28, says. “I wasn’t ready in my heart to say what it was. When I gave it to her, I just said, basically, ‘Shit or get off the pot,’ ” he says. “I said, ‘Fuck it, will you marry me?’”
If that’s not the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard, then tell me your tales, because I will surely listen. Until then, I’m going to get started on a bottle of Boone’s Farm and begin composing a heartfelt letter to my imaginary boyfriend with only a dash of plagiarism of dear Jay Baruchel.