Recently single again, life has presented some interesting hurdles in starting over. For starters my past has caught up with me again. Meaning, prior people whom I have engaged in dating or slept with have all seemed to re-appear. The first one to reappear, no surprise, was the Brazilian ex-boyfriend. He seems to have an inept ability to sense the demise of my relationships.
As usual it begins with a phone call. The call couldn’t be any more awkward but some how we manage to mutter a sentence or two before hanging up angrily. A couple days pass and I receive a FaceTime call. Seeing each other makes a bit of a difference because both of our facial expressions state what our words won’t. Within the hour I receive another phone call. This time it’s his infamous whinny “I miss you bebe.” Then he persist into “hanging out.” He doesn’t stop pressing the issue until I cave.
The moral part of me feels bad, at least a tinny tiny bit, because he is currently in a relationship . On the other hand it gets me to think, was he doing this to me back while we were dating? F*** it, doesn’t make a difference now. My urges overpower my good sense, and I jump into my car and am en route to his place. I convince myself, on the way, that my sole goal is to “tease” him. That failed miserably and after 10 minutes he had jumped onto of me, ripped off my clothing and penetration ensued. Since, then we have “hung” out periodically.
This time we are on my terms. The terms are he has to make the initial contact. If we plan to meet, it has to be convenient for me. By convenient I mean, if it fits into my schedule and I do not have prior engagements, then I will consider it. Lastly and the newest rule, which happens to be my favorite, is that he comes to my place. If you really wants it, he’ll come and get this ****. So far, so good. Now let’s see how this ends…
Real quick to those who used to follow my blog. I am not quite sure what happened but I had to start the blog from scratch. Sooooo, here we go again.
