Memory lane

The walk down memory lane is one that is defined and inmost cases never advised to take but when you like to spice life up a bit like I do, you are more than dared to take this road. Without looking back, I set off Friday after work – for this supposed dinner I had been promised – though to be totally honest it was more of the fish that got my feet going than anything else.

Note to self: an ex’s backyard is a terrible ground to poo.

I let him do all the talking and after he was done and we he had nothing more to talk about, I demanded for the fish I had been promised. And I then saw sunshine after the storm again (If a way to a guys heart is his stomach, then you have to pass by my stomach to get to my head.)

After the usual, you are so beautiful, you are the only woman I imagine to spend the rest of my life with and after my fish of course, I hit the nail on the head.

“I have moved on and I think so should you.”

Funny enough I was determined not to be one of his conquests as I knew quite a few of them had stared at his ceiling and rolled round in his stinking sheets. And then he gave me the final statement that I was expectant of the whole evening – the one that was my queue to leave “ you’re the only one who has occupied my thought since the last time” I looked him in the eye and made another mental note: never to be another of an ex’s conquest.

And as the night dawned on me I stood up to leave, as I did I turned around and said, “Get yourself a girlfriend, you have my blessing”.

Food for thought
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.
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