In general I don't like to hang out with exes. It's not that I worry I'll fall into some trap of getting back together, but more that I don't think hanging out will help either one of us in any way.
That is, until last night when RedSox texted me to hang out at a posh bar in my area. It wasn't simply a request to hang out either. It was a request to help make another girl jealous.
Had I been sober, I probably would have declined (by lying and saying I was in a differnet part of town) but in my tipsy state I thougt it would be fun.
So I met up with RedSox, helped a girl feel miffed enough to leave the bar and got free drinks and after-hours pizza out of it.
Though the sketchy thing (which I feel is not a big deal) is that we went back to his place and watched TV... then I passed out on his couch.
In an odd way, it felt like we were dating again because we always watched TV before going to sleep, and I'd usually pass out on the couch for a bit and then head to bed dis-satisfied. But this time, I didn't go to his bed and we were friends who let other friends spend the night.
I don't plan on doing it again, though, for obvious reasons that my boyfriend would get pissed.
Saturday, 31 July 2010
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