The question of "Ex's"

Hey Guys!

Over the past few days, hanging out with the girlies, the question of ex's came up. Before you go off day dreaming about your prince charming (or Cinderella, whatever the case may be), I'm not talking about kisses. I hate to disappoint you but I'm talking about the ex-boyfriend/girlfriend! I know, dont get me started is what your thinking about, isnt it? Well just give me a chance...

I want to know what the deal is when it comes to hooking up with another persons ex. Ex's come in all different shapes and kinds. There's the "lets still be friends" type, the "awkward" ones, the "clingy" ones, then theres those who make you feel so insignificant, blah blah blah... (sorry you know how I love making lists!). Anyway, what would you think if someone you knew got with your ex? I know that is a situation that many people get really upset and angry about, but should we? I mean, why?

I suppose, I'm just ranting now, but I feel that some people are just too hung up on their ex especially girls. They still want to take some control over them and get really angry when their ex moves on. They need to get over themselves. The other person has moved on. No point dwelling on the past. With guys, these situations just seems to be easier. All my guy friends find it hilarious when two girls have a fight because "she went off with my ex!" I mean, how could she do that?... ugh sometimes I feel like screaming "get over it". Why are you trying to get in the way of other people's happiness? After all, in 5 years time these people could be married with a child on the way.  Nobody will no unless they give it a chance!

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is sometimes people need to back off. They are only making the situation worse. Why do people make things so complicated? Maybe I just like to see the black and white in everything. I like think two people break up it wasnt meant to be. Do I make sense?

Frustrated Featherhead....
xox

Ripped Jeans

Hey! Here are my ripped jeans. I made them myself from a pair of old black jeans. It was real simple. I paired them with my choral wedges and lace top. I need to get a  gold clutch to match for my next night out.

Nameless Guy, More Drama

Hey Guys! I know it's been about 3 weeks since I wrote a post about Nameless Guy. Since then I have gone through many different emotions; I felt guilty, I hated him, I regretted that night etc. Yet, at the same time, i fancied him.

I met him a few times since which, at the beginning, made me feel really awkward. However, those initial feelings passed fairly quickly. We went back to being friends (without benefits). Our arrangement of course didn't help me. In fact, it made me fancy him even more. It was so frustrating!

With time, all those crazy feelings passed....
 until last night.....

Last night was when I learned him and his girlfriend had a huge fight. I have minimum details about what went down, all i know was that it all occurred last week and they broke up. There you go, more drama in my life. What did they fight about? Its killing me. I have to know, was it because of me? Did she find out? It's so hard to know if all came out about that fateful night. I hope it didn't. Nobody knew about what happened (well not that i knew of anyway). There was just the one person who had suspicions about it; my ex. Yes, things always seem to work out in the worst way possible for me. I am so unlucky.

Anyway, now I am so confused. What should I do? I dont want to get a reputation as the one who he cheated on her with.

 Oh, another weird thing about the whole situation; me and his girlfriend (well I suppose I should call her his ex now) share the same birthday.

Nameless guy encounter part 1

I am a seventeen year old girl on the night of my debs/graduation/prom.  It’s meant to be one of the best days of your life.  For me, it was a recipe for disaster, just another way to create drama in my life.  As if I hadn’t enough of that already…

So as nights out go, it was a pretty good one.  My friend had a free house in the centre of the town.  He was a brave guy, if you ask me, offering beds to drunken teenagers instead of sending them home again.

After the night-club, we staggered up to the house only to continue the crack and drinking that was had up until then. As the night went on, I was sat beside nameless guy.

Nameless guy is about a year older than I was. I know him from school and other nights out. Nameless guy is tall and slightly thin with rugged good looks and brown messy curls in his medium length hair. He is a confident, lady’s-man kind who never takes the rules too serious. And if you were to ask me he was ‘my type’, he was!  I usually go for a confidant, slightly rebellious and easy-going kind of guy! He ticked all the boxes!

Anyway, as the night went on he got flirty, telling me of how I looked gorgeous and making fun of me. I cant say I didn’t enjoy all the extra attention, I mean how could I not? He was gorgeous!

Eventually, after waiting up all night, some began to get tired while others left and went home. There was only a handful of people awake at 8 O’clock in the morning. We took our places around the couch, nameless guy lying on the floor between the coffee table and couch. I was sitting on the end of the couch. Once I saw a bigger place opening up I lunged at it. I was enjoying the comfort until without warning I was pushed off. I landed on top of nameless guy on the ground in a fit of laughter. I know this sounds pathetic but due to the lack of space and the limited flexibility in my dress, I was unable to get up (I also could have been a little drunk!). Anyway nameless guy and I lay huddled up on the ground chatting and laughing amongst ourselves.

I don’t remember how we ended up alone in the room. All of a sudden everyone seemed to have disappeared! Then that’s when it happened. I looked into his eyes and…

This was our little secret; it was exciting like the first time on a roller coaster. It got the same adrenaline rush! I loved tiptoeing around upstairs while the others lay in bed unaware of our actions! I loved the way we had to whisper, how we had to sneak around the house and how we hid when we heard even a creak on the stairs.

But like all good things it had to come to an end! Suddenly the whole house was awake again. I dashed out of the bedroom where we had been hiding and took cover in the bathroom. There I pretended to be doing my teeth. It was a close call! But that wasn’t the end of the story…