The Ex Factor
Firstly I’m going to blame someone for this, it’s easier that way. Badger is getting the blame for this; I wouldn’t be as silly as to drink a bottle of red wine, rum and vodka all by myself, would I?
All of this made for a very confused and slightly tipsy badger girl and that’s when it, or should I say he, struck. My friend’s ex.
I don’t know if it’s the same for males as it is for females but for the sake of diplomacy you treat “them,” the ex’s, like they have chicken pox or some other contagious disease. A quick smile of a polite hello is allowed but a conversation is risky ground, sometimes it’s unavoidable and my advice: have those tired old excuses ready at a moments notice.
The classic “ I really need to go to the toilet” or “ I’ve lost my friends and really should go and find them,” when in reality you went to the toilet 30 seconds ago and you can see your friends right in front of you. Did I use any of these excuses? No, of course not, I was a confused and slightly tipsy badger girl.
I’ve covered the etiquette of how to deal with a friend’s ex: a quick greeting, a polite excuse to avoid conversation and I mention the unwritten rule that all good little boys and girls know.
You never kiss a friend’s ex.
Ahem . . . apparently I am not a good little (badger) girl. I did it, I broke the unwritten rule, I kissed my friend’s ex. Did I mention I was confused and slightly tipsy?
After the kiss did I run off into the shadows and chastise myself for being untrue to my friend?
Did I feel a hypocrite because I called this boy a “deluded psycho” to Mimi?
No, no I did not, in fact I broke the unwritten rule once, twice possibly three times over, I felt reckless the deed had happened once so surely there’s no harm in repeating it.
No harm that is until the ex raises Mimi’s name and the whole sorry break up story spills out of his mouth quicker than me heading towards a bottle of JD.
That’s when I realised I was only confused and slightly tipsy not deranged, hearing Mimi’s name had brought me to my senses. I politely tapped the ex on his arm and made the ever reliant excuse about needing the loo, as I walked off I smiled to myself I’d learnt another valuable lesson
We all know that rules (even those unwritten ones) are there for a reason; sometimes we don’t know what that reason is until we’ve broken them. It’s not for me to spoil your fun, learning outcomes vary from freak to freak but I do have a big thank you to say.
Mimi thanks for laughing it off with me.
All of this made for a very confused and slightly tipsy badger girl and that’s when it, or should I say he, struck. My friend’s ex.
I don’t know if it’s the same for males as it is for females but for the sake of diplomacy you treat “them,” the ex’s, like they have chicken pox or some other contagious disease. A quick smile of a polite hello is allowed but a conversation is risky ground, sometimes it’s unavoidable and my advice: have those tired old excuses ready at a moments notice.
The classic “ I really need to go to the toilet” or “ I’ve lost my friends and really should go and find them,” when in reality you went to the toilet 30 seconds ago and you can see your friends right in front of you. Did I use any of these excuses? No, of course not, I was a confused and slightly tipsy badger girl.
I’ve covered the etiquette of how to deal with a friend’s ex: a quick greeting, a polite excuse to avoid conversation and I mention the unwritten rule that all good little boys and girls know.
You never kiss a friend’s ex.
Ahem . . . apparently I am not a good little (badger) girl. I did it, I broke the unwritten rule, I kissed my friend’s ex. Did I mention I was confused and slightly tipsy?
After the kiss did I run off into the shadows and chastise myself for being untrue to my friend?
Did I feel a hypocrite because I called this boy a “deluded psycho” to Mimi?
No, no I did not, in fact I broke the unwritten rule once, twice possibly three times over, I felt reckless the deed had happened once so surely there’s no harm in repeating it.
No harm that is until the ex raises Mimi’s name and the whole sorry break up story spills out of his mouth quicker than me heading towards a bottle of JD.
That’s when I realised I was only confused and slightly tipsy not deranged, hearing Mimi’s name had brought me to my senses. I politely tapped the ex on his arm and made the ever reliant excuse about needing the loo, as I walked off I smiled to myself I’d learnt another valuable lesson
We all know that rules (even those unwritten ones) are there for a reason; sometimes we don’t know what that reason is until we’ve broken them. It’s not for me to spoil your fun, learning outcomes vary from freak to freak but I do have a big thank you to say.
Mimi thanks for laughing it off with me.