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.