So here’s a classic story of incest that you don’t hear everyday. This is definitely one for the grandkids.
Hold onto your pants kids, as this has got to be one of the most spectacular examples of inter-circle shagging to date.
Say I have two ex’s. Ex 1 and Ex 2. Ex 2 has an ex girlfriend, let’s call her M. Ex 1 is now dating M.. So essentially, my ex’s are swapping ex-girlfriends. Not making the connection yet? Ex’s going out with ex’s who are ex’s.
Have you ever?
The fact that this all occurred as a matter of sheer coincidence is what I can’t get my head around.
I mean – sweet lord above – am I living in Blikkiesfontein? One would think that the bright city lights of the 10-million-strong city in which I currently reside has diminished to a Platteland town. With ten inhabitants that feel the need to boof each other because there is no one else around, barring a few stray sheep in the countryside that surrounds. I’m doubting those sheep are safe either.
Ex 2 phoned me in disbelief, and we pondered the ridiculousness of the situation over a drink. The only logical conclusion we came to is that people go for the same types of people. Ex 1 and Ex 2 seem to have the exact same taste in women.
The funny thing about this is one of my mates met this girl when she was still with 2, and he sent me a text message:
“Oh my God. The girlfriend is SPECTACULARILY irritating.”
Which, in retrospect, is now doubly satisfying for me to know for not one, but two reasons, obviously.
Perhaps we have the same eyes. Or wear similar shoes. Or perhaps both uncannily flounce around in wooshy skirts and laugh hysterically at Southpark. Or worse: perhaps I’m spectacularily irritating. Luckily, and I’ve confirmed this, by the sounds of things I’m not half as bad by her standards. But who cares? Because we all know who is better in the sack. And she’s writing this post right now.
I think it’s time to move out of Joburg. This town just isn’t big enough for me anymore. I’m freaking out here. Somebody pass me a ventilation bag.