Age: 27
Height: 5’5
Hair Color: Blonde
Method: Stupidity
Advancement: Old Habits
I did not remotely intend for last night to happen. I had other plans. Other plans I had to cancel at the last minute when I got the twenty-minute, tear-filled phone call from the ex. And then she asked to come over. At this moment I still had a spine, and didn’t expect anything to realistically happen. So, we sat and watched TV. And we didn’t talk. And then it happened. It was one of those moments where you didn’t really know what happens before you are doing it. I don’t remember who kissed who, who broke away first…because it doesn’t matter. It happened regardless.
Now this isn’t the first time I’ve slept with my ex after a break up. Hell it wasn’t even the first time I broke up with this girl, and found myself fucking her days later. We all have those old sweaters, the people that you keep around because you are comfy in them and you can just sit around your house and not really worry about looking your best, or even smelling nice. They are ratty, full of holes, but you can slip inside them so easily. And it is incredibly and entirely too easy to fall back into old habits when you sit near somebody you used to sleep with. A graze of a pinky against the side of your hand could start the domino effect that leads you naked and dehydrated an hour later.
But it could be worse. I’ve woken up feeling worse about things, about people I’ve done things with. Beer goggles are a dangerous thing…as is beer apathy. I just wish I had my wits about me.
