I know you know what I’m saying here. Here’s how it starts. There are two girls. They have been seeing one another around town, admiring the color combination of each other’s bikes. They meet at a party and wind up spending the night in a bedroom discussing their eerily intersecting thought patterns and dream sequences. From there they meet up for brunch then a few more lunches then multiple dinners until they are cooking dinner on a nightly basis and picking out names for a joint custody adopted kitten. They find themselves so cute even they can’t stand it. They have a whole bunch of great sex, cook a whole bunch of great vegan meals and take a whole lot of kitten pictures until a whole lot of fighting starts. They begin to find themselves speaking in an arguing tone during totally normal conversations. “I REALLY ENJOYED THAT EPISODE OF GLEE.” “OH YEAH? WELL, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!” “ ….” They’ve forgotten what it’s like not to yell. So, this progresses steadily before they enter into the month long break up process. They break up 5 or 6 times before the last straw is broken and it’s really over.
Here’s where it gets weird. They continue to talk regularly, deciding they are definitely better friends then they were lover and thank god for that because HELLO the cat still needs both its moms to be around. They wind up spending a similar amount of time together apart as they did when dating and about half the amount of sex. One or both eventually gets a new girlfriend, both respective girlfriends are either weirded out or have been in the dating game long enough to recognize EXGFBFF as par for the course and handle it as best they can. Ok, I know there are worse things in life then to stay friends with your ex. I’m just a firm believer in a little time apart to make time and room to grow and move on. I suppose we could count our blessings. I have straight friends who have made us walk blocks out of our way to avoid potential run-ins with exes from the very distant past.
What do you think? Tragic or Not so bad?
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