the ex, the sex and the texts

i feel like im cheating (on my blog) a bit after a weekend that can only be described as my private emotional hell! the universe decided to playback a rather disturbing reel from my past with an even more upsetting "3 years later" tag to it. here's the summary: my bi-try ex is now fully gay - and i love his new boy toy, my very straight ex has moved on - and im sure i will hate the new squeeze, AND my messed up ex is into me - and im mildly, ok, seriously loving the new attitude. and no, these facts in and of themselves are not the reason for my emotional hell. oh no, it's the fact that i still give a shit...

so, all that talk about turning off, and going for the short cut and being over the manhunt...bollocks! sorry people, but i have commitment issues :( ok, back to this weekend. but first a little background for those who don't know me:

im one of those annoying dude-chicks that quickly becomes friends with men - yes, yours included. we talk sport, drink and laugh uncontrollably at things like ricky ponting's face when he was bowled during the 2nd test of the ashes. who? what? you ask. exactly. most guys are fooled into thinking im a harmless variety of the dude-chick. then without notice, rhyme or reason, i show up to the next game in a tight skirt - befuddled (but without fail), some poor, unsuspecting trooper starts seeing me as a girl and is so confused, he asks me out on a date. and before i go back to my normal dude-chickness, we've hooked up, fucked up and he's sitting in on a 'sex-gone-bad' conversation with the guys and wondering: is she talking about me? one of the hallmarks of a true dude-chick ofcourse is that we always remain friends with our exes. we dont let silly things like lies, betrayal and cheating get in the way of the glorious awkwardness of all subsequent interactions. and that's why i ended up at drinks with 2 exes - during happy hour, (thank goodness) on my way to a party where i was invited by the 3rd ex. all in one weekend!

glossing over the juicy details that undoubtedly all the girls reading this want to know - let me dude-chick y'all and say this: the triumphant return of the ex is upon us. some wildly amazing non-sex and a few texts later, im skipping naively down memory lane. could this be another blooper reel in busi's incredibly disastrous (though always paved with good intentions) dating road? perhaps.

and before this well-orchestrated memo-to-self becomes a 'what the hell are you thinking, nit-picking, self-pitying session,' i've got an ex to text... :)