i’ve been sober single for over a week now. on these past days i pretty much oscillated from suicidal to homicidal, and to just plain angry at the ex.
one day, i woke up ready for rebound action.
my very first date in the city, back in 2009, is a textbook psychopath. unlucky for me, i came to find out back then that he also was pretty darn awesome in bed. the fact that he is also a sex addict might have something to do with it. but i digress.
after the short period we actually dated, he stuck around as the official rebound guy. we don’t speak for months, even years. then i get dumped and he gets a text and i get a visit. the next day, life gets back to normal.
so i texted him. i tried to be nonchalant and funny and sarcastic and totally #idontcarewhatever cause thats what i do (and that’s what we did together back in the day):
– how ’bout we have some super angry sex once i get back in town? that could be useful. we shouldn’t even bother to talk at all. what do you say?
and now i’ll leave you with the answer i got:
– no, thanks, not interested. good luck.
If that’s not winning the breakup, I don’t know what its.
