Last night, I had an up close and personal with the lover's ex. I was so close that I could see the clear and unblemished pores of her fair skin, so close that I could have touched the impressive double mounds of frontal flesh, so close that I felt the strong will radiating from her intelligent doe eyes.
And how can I forget to mention the legs, which are long, smooth, and perfectly shaped.
She makes her way to the restroom, giving us a good view of her lower half.
Me to him: Wow, fantastic legs.
Him to me: *looks appreciatively* Meh, they're nice.
Him to himself: *mentally bites fist* Bobdamn, what sexy stems.
After a few minutes in a conversation with them feeling like the third wheel, I excused myself to get some fresh air and found myself spending the night forgotten and alone.
To clear things up, she isn't green-eyed. And it was all a dream.
That green-eyed bitch getting under my skin is no one but myself and my jealousy.
Now, in a fair view of things, there really shouldn't be anything wrong with befriending an ex. Why? One, this person was once an important factor in your life. Two, there should be enough things in common to be friends even without the romance. And three, good friends are hard to come by.
So, a sensible person would look past the awkwardness and let the ex in their lives. Is it a case of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer? Come to think of it, with the ex in the same circle, you'd have an insider's view of things (by "things" I actually mean "motives"). That makes sense, kind of. But for us who are weak of heart and strong of feelings of selfishness, it's not an idea that's easy to swallow.
Props to those of you who are smart enough to befriend their current's past flames. I let my own monsters eat me up once in a while. Try keeping yours at bay.