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 Encounter part 2

After almost being caught I went downstairs. As I sat at the breakfast table half asleep eating dry cheerios, I tried to ‘play it cool’. He got off easy if you ask me; lying in bed pretending to go to sleep, I could have done with that part! Anyway there I was. I instantly joined into conversation, the others were just blabbering on about the night before; what was funny, filling one another in on all the gossip.

As the morning went on a girl’s name was mentioned. I knew her but I couldn’t think how. Who was she? Did she go to school with me? I didn’t think she did. Then it dawned on me! I knew who she was. She was nameless guy’s girlfriend, or at least his ex. They must have broken up. I was just after spending a night with him. He couldn’t have a girlfriend. He wasn’t that kind of guy. Was he?

My head was spinning with all the questions. I couldn’t tell anyone. If it got around that something happened between us, people would never look at me the same again. It happens all the time; I tried to reconcile myself. It didn’t work.
 I felt so guilty but at the same time I didn’t regret it. I know what it was like to be cheated on. I couldn’t help feeling slightly proud of myself, I mean he was seriously good looking. I couldn’t pass on the opportunity but I know I should have. I feel bad now. As soon as I found out the guilt came pouring in. It was inevitable to feel guilty.

Through using the skills I acquired by watching Sherlock Holmes, I managed to find out that they were still together (okay, so it didn’t take much skill, I just casually dropped a few questions into conversation.). he certainly had a girlfriend, that was the truth. Somebody said she was away on holiday or something, but they didn’t know when she was back. I was just a bit on the side.

I suppose in the back of my mind, I had known he wasn’t available, I didn’t like to think about that at the time though. I wanted to pretend he was available and I convinced myself he was. Why did I do that? I should have said something. I should have stopped myself.

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…