Monogamy: natural or not?

Girl's night got a little wild. A friend of mine - who is in a relationship - almost kissed a guy. When I say almost, I mean the guy was literally a few inches of her mouth ... I want to believe that she stopped for the right reason, if I wasn't around to pull her hand, the chances of her ending up in his  bed the next morning would have been pretty high. 

Laetitia did - I guess -  the right thing, and told her boyfriend. She claims she loves him and wants to make things work, and that's why she told him. He forgave her and they both agreed on working on the relationship. 

Now if you were the culprit, would you have come clean? I mean if there is no way for your significant other to know about your indiscretion, do you risk it all in the name of honesty or not? 

Or do you think sex can really be separated from love? 

I used to think of sex in a very romantic way - only with my husband, after our wedding, and voila. I changed. I had sex before marriage. I had sex without being in love. I even had one night stands - not many - but still, I did. I used to believe in monogamy as well, but now I wonder ... Is monogamy natural?

I read a bunch of articles - some feel really bad about cheating, some don't ... some felt no guilt whatsoever -- is it because they didn't really love their partner? Or is life just complicated and very gray, with no white or black answers to every question ...

BOYS: true or false? 

Job Application

I know this is not our typical subjects to write about. This post is not about sex or alcohol or annoying people we wish we could murder, but I have to vent: I have been trying to polish my resume and cover letter for a job I am not even sure I want, and it is exhausting. 

Plus they wanted this detailed list of countries I have been to. Needless to say I think/hope that my long list will impress them, especially since it was such a pain in the ass to draft. Not only was it difficult to not be too repetitive - my favorite restaurant was .... my favorite moment was .... etc ... Plus it was hard to remember everything. They want dates .... well that I could not give. I don't remember which exact days I was in Russia, Ghana, Israel, Japan or Czech Republic, and my picture's timestamps are all wrong for some reason. Perhaps it is because of the plunge my phone took at the pool in Bangkok. 

Anyhow it is finally done. So now the even more fun part begins .... the waiting .... Will they be interested? If they are not, will they bother answering at all? they are, will I have to quit my current job? Exhausting thoughts, but perhaps it will all be worth it. 

How are you guys doing? 

Xoxo

LITTLE.BRAINS. 

Some days I just want to scream

I hate those kind of people, the 'I will do it myself' kind. I hope the job gets better my dear ... or perhaps you can just kill her. Yes I am being a little extreme, but I am kind of annoyed at people right now. 

After two hours on the runway waiting for our slot to take off, this woman decided to go to the bathroom, which made us lose your spot - and made us delayed for another hour. Then she had the nerve to ask me if I had any medication for her  urinary tract infection. Too much information lady! 

Then this other lady screamed at me because, once again, I had designed the plane the wrong way and her bag didn't fit. Ahhhhh! I wanted to scream back at her so badly! And of course the usual pissed off passenger who didn't get his choice between chicken and pasta. Again sir, we ran out of chicken, not fuel. Relax! 

I am also over ME and my stupid brain that doesn't know what it wants: one second  I want to change my phone number, move to another city and start a  clean slate, the other I want to go on a date with Matt - cute guy I met on the plane - and then for the most part, there is my ex in my head who is being so sweet and wants to cook etc etc ... ! AHHHHHH! Makes me want to scream at myself. 

PS: answers to your questions my dear: 

- The Penis was in Paris for a job interview. 

- And since we are officially not a couple - 'cause we don't text all the time - I figured I was off the hook for North Korea. Apparently I was wrong, on both counts. Seems like he thinks he is back into the boyfriend zone, and it seems you are still intent on sending me away. 

Not relevant whatsoever, but I couldn't find anything that was , so voila :) 

LITTLE.BRAINS.

The Penis is coming to Paris

Congrats for the job my dear ... Many penis  men around you at work .... Any hot ones? 

So what is the definition of a couple to you? 

Dinner date. CHECK. 

Double date at comedy show.  CHECK. 

Drinks with friends. CHECK.  

Sex - multiple times. CHECK. 

Cuddle after sex. CHECK. 

Text all day. CHECK. 

Grab macaroons in the middle of work day. CHECK. 

Movies. CHECK. 

Dinner with best friend. CHECK. 

Sex, again. CHECK.

Using the word "couple." CHECK.

But I am still claiming to be single.

Me being delusional. CHECK.
Him acting like we never broke up. CHECK. 

Everyone around us saying we are nuts. CHECK. 

But I am not really worried about any of it. 

See we are not even really together, so we cannot really break up, and even if we did, it cannot be worse than the first time around when I totally got blindsided. I wasn't the least prepared to the break up, it wasn't easy for a few days ... Ok maybe it was more than just a few days, but I survived just fine.

So really, right now, it just seems to be a waste of energy to think about what will happen when it all goes to hell. I will just run to another country with another hot stranger. Or perhaps I will run to England since a good friend of mine promised me mojitos :) 

Off to Paris in about 2 hours, and the Penis is coming with. Don't ask how this happened. I don't know. 

But my cousin has a date planned for me in Paris so .... well  .... it should be interesting. 

Congrats again on the job dear! 

PS: how is the bird? 

LITTLE.BRAINS. 

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. 

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LITTLE.BRAINS.