Well as I sit here and type I am blushing, something I wouldn't have imagined doing a few weeks ago given my recent breakup but here I am. The 'nasty breakup' has been buffered by the distraction of a new love interest. I can hear you all now saying "rebound" that maybe so but this guy has not only been a friend I can confide in, he has been a surprising support system for which I'm grateful. It's funny because I don't even think he realises he has been but by just being him and keeping the laughter going it's kept me sane.
The problem with this senario is we've fallen into the category of 'friends with benefits' because he is still in a on/off relationship and they have a child together. It's the ususal he doesn't love her crap but he's only with her for the child's sake excuse. I don't know why have a habit of getting involved with complicated men it just happens that way and if us women are completely honest about it we all love a bad boy. In my defence the first time I was a drunken emotional wreck and the times after that... well not so much.
It's weird because the guy in question is someone I never would have imagined being involved with, being my brother's bestfriend an all and part of the family for the best part of 15 years I just never looked at him that way. Throw in a couple of bottles of wine and several shots of tequlia later I was definately whistling a different tune. Why is it when your intoxicated you think you know best and the morning after on reflection you berate youself on so many levels and cringe at your idiotic behaviour? I awoke with a stonking hangover but strangely enough without the arkwardness that should invariably follow a one night stand, none.
Since that drunken indiscretion might you say we have been meeting up regulary because we both were taken by surprise at how well we clicked physically and when you do it's like you can't get enough of it. Our friendship thing we've had down pat for years so to speak so taking things further between us was an extension of that and as much as I would like to say I am ashamed of my lack of morals given his situation, I'm not. To be fair I was a firm believer in 'do unto others as you'd do to yourself' but it somehow just doesn't quite ring true here, does it? I can only blame my recent jaded frame of mind and irresponsible behaviour on my broken heart.
