Things are well.
The boi and I broke up last week. Were both relieved. I thought it was gonna be a big scary thing--it was when I first told him but he calmed WAY down after the initial shock.
He and his boys went to Lake Havasu for spring break weekend--and NONE of them got laid!!! HAHAHAHA. I told them they need to bring me so I can show them up. Drunk bitches are so easy.
We had a bonfire last night and the boys came on their way home. I was all paranoid because supposedly they were bringing bitches home. I was not down with that. I don't care who they fuck but this is still my space and I don't want no stupid hos in it. It was cool though they only had one little girl with them who had got stranded out there. And she was so lame Mike didn't even want to fuck her even after holding her hand and hanging on her all night. Ha.
So I took Shawn home and we were chillin and talkin. It was cool. We agree that we're both glad it's over and neither of us regret it but we still miss the physical closeness and affection. We were waiting for a burrito discussing this and I said I just feel like doing this--and I backed into him and pulled his arms around me. WOW. I felt like we were both super magnets and I couln't/didn't want to let go. It was cool. The energy passing between us now is so different. Almost like when we were first into each other.
I decided I wanted to sleep with him and be held and he was fine with that. I figure til he gets a new permanent bitch it's okay. So we go home, brush our teeth, smoke, we're chillin, ready to pass out. We lay down and he's holding me and BLAM. Where the fuck did all of this chemistry come from? There must have been a lot of pent up agression on both parts. I cannot remember the last time I was that aroused or that satisfied! It was like fucking a whole different person....We fucked and played and played and fucked til we had to pass out and probly woke up everyone else. I still don't want to get back together though.
It's wierd. I feel just good all around. I feel like we can still have the best parts of our relationship, and I didn't know that was possible. This is the first time I don't feel like I need my ex to be as far away from me as possible too.
I'm tempted to make him move out with me, but no. That will just put us back in a similar situation. I think it will just get better once we don't live together. I know I'll still be able to spend the night with him and stuff.
So yay. Independence and harmony. And I've been freaked out over breaking it off for how long?
I'm going to go look at cottages now.
The boi and I broke up last week. Were both relieved. I thought it was gonna be a big scary thing--it was when I first told him but he calmed WAY down after the initial shock.
He and his boys went to Lake Havasu for spring break weekend--and NONE of them got laid!!! HAHAHAHA. I told them they need to bring me so I can show them up. Drunk bitches are so easy.
We had a bonfire last night and the boys came on their way home. I was all paranoid because supposedly they were bringing bitches home. I was not down with that. I don't care who they fuck but this is still my space and I don't want no stupid hos in it. It was cool though they only had one little girl with them who had got stranded out there. And she was so lame Mike didn't even want to fuck her even after holding her hand and hanging on her all night. Ha.
So I took Shawn home and we were chillin and talkin. It was cool. We agree that we're both glad it's over and neither of us regret it but we still miss the physical closeness and affection. We were waiting for a burrito discussing this and I said I just feel like doing this--and I backed into him and pulled his arms around me. WOW. I felt like we were both super magnets and I couln't/didn't want to let go. It was cool. The energy passing between us now is so different. Almost like when we were first into each other.
I decided I wanted to sleep with him and be held and he was fine with that. I figure til he gets a new permanent bitch it's okay. So we go home, brush our teeth, smoke, we're chillin, ready to pass out. We lay down and he's holding me and BLAM. Where the fuck did all of this chemistry come from? There must have been a lot of pent up agression on both parts. I cannot remember the last time I was that aroused or that satisfied! It was like fucking a whole different person....We fucked and played and played and fucked til we had to pass out and probly woke up everyone else. I still don't want to get back together though.
It's wierd. I feel just good all around. I feel like we can still have the best parts of our relationship, and I didn't know that was possible. This is the first time I don't feel like I need my ex to be as far away from me as possible too.
I'm tempted to make him move out with me, but no. That will just put us back in a similar situation. I think it will just get better once we don't live together. I know I'll still be able to spend the night with him and stuff.
So yay. Independence and harmony. And I've been freaked out over breaking it off for how long?
I'm going to go look at cottages now.
looking at your profile, i think you're just the type of woman i would like to go dancing with! we would have so much fun. next time i'm in san diego, i'm looking you up. or, better yet, come to burning man this year, and we'll dance all night long!