The Ex in Question...
Ex’s, you either still love them or you hate them. They either dumped you for being too clingy…following the rules too closely or just purely because. You dumped them for a far better reason, a reason that no man could possibly fathom…but knowing men they think you’ve found another guy or you’ve turned into a lesbian.
The ex is always a hard one to deal with, and even when your hating their guts or you thought you’d forgotten them they either come waltzing back into your head, your dreams or by far worse…your favourite bar. Mine was in the form of a text…just one little harmless text last week. I broke it off with him, so to say I’m over him now is probably an understatement. I was flirting shamelessly within a week of breaking up with him, arranging dates with cuties a month later, and now six months down the line my new boyfriend has not only nearly told me he loves me...but he’s even taken me on a mini break to Venice. So how come with that one short text he’s grabbed my attention and thrown me into a world where checking his emails and googling him seems like a favourite past time.
Abet to my shame I bumped into another ex the other day….literally. I’d only dated him a few times and then I’d seemed to misplace his number every time he text me…and now a couple of months on I come face to face with him in the cereal aisle at Sainsbury’s. Ok, so he doesn’t quite constitute as an ex…but there’s still that awkward moment when all you want to do is grab the weetabix and run. But no I stood and faced the ex…be it with a stunned expression and some what ashamedly greasy hair. The polite how are you’s and what have you been up to’s flowed…when I knew he was thinking more along the lines of; how dare you not text me back and you think your better than me…well I’ll show you, while he brushed his hand through his now very overgrown hair. My little embarrassment didn’t end in tears or the cereal aisle being demolished, but it did get me thinking; what happens to those ex’s that we did invest so much time in, spent so much money on and even centred our life’s around.
Well as a starting point it helps if you know he’s email password. Cheeky as it might sound, what they don’t know will never hurt them, but make sure they don’t find out, you don’t want to be named the crazy lunatic ex. The again what you do know may end up hurting you, because if you don’t want to read emails from girls who he’s slept with, dated or just girls in general its probably a one way street to trantrum-ville.
Sometimes we just don’t want to know what there up to. Take my ex, before they texting incident, the last time I stumbled across him, a mere few months ago I was inundated by his new job, great friends, excellent car and brilliant lifestyle. Shame he couldn’t have got it right when he was with me though. The conversation was like being caught up in a whirlwind and I’m sure he went away not even remembering my name…he was that self obsessed.
Then again bumping into an ex can be a bit more of an ugly affair, especially when they work in the coolest bar in town, like my friends ex…and your mates make you drink four tequilas (…in a row!) You want your ex to see you looking your best; newly straightened hair and with that fresh coat of lip gloss…not face down in your own puddle of sick, which you slipped in whilst trying to perform Madonna’s latest routine.
I’m sure I’ll never find out why my ex texted me out of the blue. Maybe to get the upper hand; when I text him back and he arrogantly ignored me, or just out of sheer politeness…to let me know he’s still there for me. Whatever it was I’ll never understand them…their your best friend…and even when you’ve moved on they’ll always be there, be it in your texts, your dreams, or your thoughts…its hard just to shove them in a box and deny all knowledge of them. I suppose in the end we just have to accept them as our past…as of being part of our lives then….and move on, move on to the now.
The ex is always a hard one to deal with, and even when your hating their guts or you thought you’d forgotten them they either come waltzing back into your head, your dreams or by far worse…your favourite bar. Mine was in the form of a text…just one little harmless text last week. I broke it off with him, so to say I’m over him now is probably an understatement. I was flirting shamelessly within a week of breaking up with him, arranging dates with cuties a month later, and now six months down the line my new boyfriend has not only nearly told me he loves me...but he’s even taken me on a mini break to Venice. So how come with that one short text he’s grabbed my attention and thrown me into a world where checking his emails and googling him seems like a favourite past time.
Abet to my shame I bumped into another ex the other day….literally. I’d only dated him a few times and then I’d seemed to misplace his number every time he text me…and now a couple of months on I come face to face with him in the cereal aisle at Sainsbury’s. Ok, so he doesn’t quite constitute as an ex…but there’s still that awkward moment when all you want to do is grab the weetabix and run. But no I stood and faced the ex…be it with a stunned expression and some what ashamedly greasy hair. The polite how are you’s and what have you been up to’s flowed…when I knew he was thinking more along the lines of; how dare you not text me back and you think your better than me…well I’ll show you, while he brushed his hand through his now very overgrown hair. My little embarrassment didn’t end in tears or the cereal aisle being demolished, but it did get me thinking; what happens to those ex’s that we did invest so much time in, spent so much money on and even centred our life’s around.
Well as a starting point it helps if you know he’s email password. Cheeky as it might sound, what they don’t know will never hurt them, but make sure they don’t find out, you don’t want to be named the crazy lunatic ex. The again what you do know may end up hurting you, because if you don’t want to read emails from girls who he’s slept with, dated or just girls in general its probably a one way street to trantrum-ville.
Sometimes we just don’t want to know what there up to. Take my ex, before they texting incident, the last time I stumbled across him, a mere few months ago I was inundated by his new job, great friends, excellent car and brilliant lifestyle. Shame he couldn’t have got it right when he was with me though. The conversation was like being caught up in a whirlwind and I’m sure he went away not even remembering my name…he was that self obsessed.
Then again bumping into an ex can be a bit more of an ugly affair, especially when they work in the coolest bar in town, like my friends ex…and your mates make you drink four tequilas (…in a row!) You want your ex to see you looking your best; newly straightened hair and with that fresh coat of lip gloss…not face down in your own puddle of sick, which you slipped in whilst trying to perform Madonna’s latest routine.
I’m sure I’ll never find out why my ex texted me out of the blue. Maybe to get the upper hand; when I text him back and he arrogantly ignored me, or just out of sheer politeness…to let me know he’s still there for me. Whatever it was I’ll never understand them…their your best friend…and even when you’ve moved on they’ll always be there, be it in your texts, your dreams, or your thoughts…its hard just to shove them in a box and deny all knowledge of them. I suppose in the end we just have to accept them as our past…as of being part of our lives then….and move on, move on to the now.
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