How is it that some people can pull on your
heartstrings so successfully while others leave you flat lining on the table. I
recently slept with my ex boyfriend, an amateur mistake that has ignited my
addictive streak and left me pining for more. As so eloquently put by my
favorite foursome the SATC girls “Sex with an ex is never good” Their
reasoning? If its good, you know what your missing out on, and If its bad? You
just had sex with an ex… Unfortunately, or fortunately for me (Haven’t decided yet)
sex with this particular ex is never bad, a troubling fact that nudges at me
making me miss him despite his crappy attitude. This particular male managed to
dig a nice little hole for himself inside my soft heart and I’ve been trying
unsuccessfully to evict him ever since. His lingering presence in the back of
my mind sends me into a panic that I will never meet someone that makes me so
infuriatingly happy again. That’s the thing about these guys, they make you so
happy, until they don’t. Naturally, as a girl must, I kept my composure and
flitted from his house with a level of carelessness that read, “thanks for the
fun, I’m off to live my life now” when really I wanted to turn and say, “What’s
a few arguments? Let’s get back together”. I’m still unsure if it was the great
sex hangover or my heart talking.
Following the realisation that this adult
sleepover is likely to leave me an emotional mess, I am faced with another
realisation, the dismal state of my bank account. In an attempt to make a
little extra cash I thought I’d sell some of the many cocktail dresses I have
hanging in my wardrobe. As a clothing collector, it is only in the most dire of
financial situations that I will release my death grip on garments that have
been worn once, and will probably never see the light of day (or night) again.
As my network of girlfriends have had the same ideas in the past, I trawled
through past Facebook events to find our “Clothing Exchange” page from which I
was hoping to find new owners for my fashion babies. Sadly, I couldn’t find the
page that has been evidently spun off into cyber space somewhere, a frustrating
reality of the internet. However, I did have the mis fortune of stumbling
across all the past events that are riddled with sad memories or arguments, and
fights with the Ex. My heart sunk a little…no, a lot, as I scrolled past his 21st
event, and the charity ball that was simply the beginning of the end, and just
like that, confronted with the social life we used to share, my mind begins
pouring over details of our relationship I have since buried deep into the
depths of my emotional wardrobe, covered in other unpleasant, last season
outfits I do not wish to re wear.
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