yes a gift for the ex is a little strange. But then it's a complicated scenario which would take five blogs alone to fill, so I'm just going to leave it at: I'm really getting the better deal in this situation. I'll leave it at that.
It's Thursday already. My god that is awesome. Got a party to go to tomorrow which I am excited about simply because they are a whole bunch of English out of secondment in Johannesburg. They are so funny, so wonderfully Pommy and so freaking dry, that I would consider moving to England if I knew that I'd have neighbours like them. And with posh names like 'Rupert' and 'Gordon,' and 'Bartholomew' and 'Octavius' you just want to say their names without laughing out loud by the sheer obscurity. I wish more people called their children Rupert in South Africa. It's positively darling.
Crumbs I have to go to a dinner party tonight with a decidely boring set of people (with normal common names that don't roll off the tongue). I'd much rather be out having wold passionate sex with Ashton Kutcher...or a lookalike I know really well. Sigh.
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Ashton can Punk me anyday.
I'm a little worried, I dream about AShton on quite a regular basis. And I constantly have to stop mysef from sending cheesy fanmail to him.
Oh he is so wonderful...sigh
you know, I'm worried about you! The Ashton thing I definitely get, the ex thing I get too but I fear you're playing with fire. Be very careful hon. x
Zuzula you're totally right. I am playing with fire. It's hectic. I just can't help myself. How do I get myself into these situations?
Normally I am a sensible, honest and moral individual - or I like to think I am. But when it comes to Ex, everyhting just flies out of the window.
I think the problem with exes is that the chemistry never dies. You may end up hating each other and hurting each other but that little weird thing between you still sizzles away. I saw an ex of mine for drinks the other night. We split, fairly accrimoniously, about 3 years ago. We had just the smallest of snogs at the end of the night and I still can't stop thinking about him. It's dangerous ground!
Oooh, the smallest of snogs! Sounds exactly like my situation. I've had chemistry with blokes, but this one is insane - he can walk into a room with my back facing to him and i'll know he's there because I can feel it. its that hectic. So yes, dangerous ground indeed.
Also, now he's being really...amazing. He's grown up, matured and actually seems to be a normal human being. It's hard to say no.
Do you think if I said to him, "Look, we can never be together fully. I love my boyfriend and am with him. So how about we keep it really uncomplicated and just...shag."
Hmmm didn't think so.
are you sure you're with the right man?
That's the thing: I am sure i AM with the right man. He's wonderful.
I am lucky, I know that.
So why is it that I feel like this? I wish I knew!
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