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Showing posts with label exboyfriend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exboyfriend. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Throwing stuff at people



Whatever is meant to happen will happen, but what do you think will happen? What is your favorite outcome? Slice P... in small slices for revenge? Or throw stuff at him? 



My cousins hate that we are back together too. I am not sure who hates him more: you or them. You guys could start a group and split the cost for my North Korea flight so it is not too hard on your wallet. PS: you do know I fly for free, right? 

About high school, I totally understand what you mean. Don't get me wrong, I was not friendless. But I was kind of friends with very different people from very different cliques, but I never felt like I belong in any specific clique. I was my own clique. Me and my million brains :) 

Hope nights are going well my dear. 

As of me, my night with P.... was pretty great. I know this doesn't make for very interesting blogging - dishes flying would have been more entertaining but that's all I got. However, I am sure some drama will come up soon. It is not like anything is really simple between P.... and I. 

And now that I think about it, I do have something to share about last night. P.... finally admitted that him breaking up with me was a completely lunatic reaction and that all the "reasons" he fed me were bullshit. I know this should scare me 'cause it means he could break up with me this afternoon with no notice whatsoever, but I kind of feel relieved to know that it had nothing to do with me. Am I crazy? Should I have been throwing stuff at him last night? 

It does look kind of fun, doesn't it? 


LITTLE.BRAINS. 

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Wet Dreams

I am so sorry you are sick. But on the upside, I googled the top 10 mistakes on interview day, and vomiting all over your future employer is not part of the top 10, so you will be fine no matter what.

No tequila shots for me last night, but a lot of WET DREAM cocktails - I swear I did not make this up. It is the name of a real cocktail at the Dream Hotel's rooftop PHD, in NYC. And guess what was happening at PHD last night? 




YEP! I found the HAPPY CANADA DAY party in NYC, just for you my dear. 

Now about my vagina, clearly, after a few WET DREAMS,  it found its way into my ex's apartment. 

On the upside, I did not change any of my plans for him. He just came along for the ride. Yep now that we are not a couple anymore, suddenly he has enough energy to do dinner, a comedy show, drinks and clubbing, and me until 5 in the morning :) 

I know I should be feeling confused and all worried about what all this means, and my friends were most definitely confused last night. But I feel fine. Yes, I know, I will probably be free falling from this high very soon, when things get complicated and nothing is so simple anymore, but I will worry about it then. 

Sunday, 30 June 2013

Spontaneous sex

First things first: kill the bird. I am not an animal hater, quite the opposite, but birds are not about to go extinct from our planet and I cannot have you sleep deprived. Where is the bird exactly so I can plan a strategy for you? 

As for the other stuff, well of course my dear, everything you said makes sense. And every logical ounce of my brain is agreeing with you.The only issue here is that there is not much logic in my brain so the part agreeing with you is very tiny.

You are saying don't talk to him. Everyone of my friends - if only they knew - would tell me: don't talk to him. He probably tells himself to not talk to me. And a very small part of my brain dislikes me for talking to him. 

But the majority of my brain is clearly winning at the moment, and the majority is saying: you only live once and over-thinking and playing it smart and safe is a waste of your life. 




Yes I know you are saying life is too short to fuck the already fucked, but if the options are "random stranger on the subway who might have not showered for the last month" or "ex-boyfriend who showers every morning at 6:30 am," I am going with option 2. 




However, I promise that if the option is "hot new guy met on the plane earlier that afternoon" or "ex-boyfriend who refuses to have sex in the shower," I will make the right decision and obviously pick option 1. 

I know he shouldn't be part of the options, but he is. And yes I am capable of ignoring him - I did for the last month and was clearly doing just fine. I will even go as far as saying that I was doing great. I really was. Don't you agree with me? I was busy and clearly not even thinking about texting him or calling him, let alone sleeping with him. 

But when I got a text from him asking how I was doing after not talking to me for a month, I couldn't help but wonder why after breaking up with me so abruptly he decided to top it off by not talking to me for a  month and then reappear. It kind of intrigued me, which is why I met up with him, and one thing led to another. I was just being spontaneous and living a creative live - whatever that means. 


I didn't miss him in Thailand, I didn't sleep with him when I got back - I partied until 4 am with my friends instead, and then took off to India for work. A rebound becomes a recoil when you start missing him again. So I guess I am his recoil 'cause he is the one reaching out to me. And my ex is technically not really my rebound 'cause I never cared about Buffy so I don't need a rebound from Buffy. Plus, Buffy's sex days might not be over. I might just have sex with him on Monday night. 

I know I know I am playing with fire. And it is probably only a matter of time before I get burned badly, but I will worry about that when time comes. And yes you are allowed to throw this post back into my face when I am crying my eyes out. 


The blog's second ttitle 


LITTLE.BRAINS.

Thursday, 27 June 2013

The rebound

Relationships are complicated, and not easy to deal with. I think that's something we can all agree on.

And as much as our friends are always trying to be there for us, to help us navigate through those complications, it seems to me they usually make it so much worse 'cause usually none of them agree, which only further complicates the inital problem you are facing. 

He cheated: do you forgive him or not? Your sister says forgive him, your best friend says don't. Who do you listen to? 

She slept with you on the first date: does it make her a slut or was the night's chemistry really special? Your brother says don't call  her back, your best friend asks if the sex was good. What do you do? 

You broke up less than a month ago, and you are dating.  All of your friends are concerned: too early to date again according to them.  Are they right or wrong? 

My opinion: they are wrong 'cause life is too short. I know this sounds cliche, but who cares. 

I just got back from a 5 day trip with what my friends called my rebound.

My ex and I only broke up in March, and yes we occasionally still have sex,  but that's not the point, that will be an entire  post on its own, probably written by B, my blogging and crime partner - who is threatening to send me to North Korea if I have sex with my ex one more time --> there will be a compilation of her threatening emails coming soon.

Anyhow, my point is that my rebound was loads of fun. We went to Iceland together and had a blast. I didn't fall madly in love with him - mainly because he got mad at me for not knowing what pop-tarts were and not liking sprinkles - I do like Skittles a lot though.  And I am not in a fragile state where I need to see him to keep myself from thinking about my ex. He was a fun distraction - the sex was really great and completely feelings-free and now I am over him.  


So why is everyone always warning against rebounds? What is so terrible about rebounds? 

Is this better? 


Hot guy Vs. cat ... I think I made the right choice.

LITTLE.BRAINS.