Me: So what’s going on with the new recruits to your roster?
Her: (laughs) There’s no roster. I’m actually still talking to ****.
Me: After all that shit you told me about being done with him?
Her: It’s not like I’m meeting any new people, so what does it hurt?
This was a conversation I had over drinks with a friend who, to this day, is still sleeping with a guy who she broke up with almost a year ago. Her story went likes this:
3 months of post-relationship sex with her ex, because she “needs” sex and they had “chemistry” that she wasn’t going to find with someone new.
2 months of no contact after blocking him once she found out that he took a girl out (which shouldn’t matter because he was single) to a fancy place he never took her to when they were together.
1 month of him trying to get back with her after they bumped into each other at some party.
She gave him another shot to be “just friends” and here she is 2 months and counting into having sex with this recycled dick, chilling at his crib, and claiming they are unofficial… yet she’s not dating other men or even making an effort to date because no one out there is grabbing her attention…
How the fuck can anyone grab your attention when you’re laid up with an old flame, busting your pussy wide open, and pretending that it’s “whatever”? It’s not whatever, you’re in a self-made situationship because you were too damn lazy to move on. Some women are so afraid of being hurt again, that they would rather keep reliving the frustrations of their ex than get played by someone whose games they aren’t familiar with. The Devil you know is still a Devil. To label it “just talking” or “just sex” is a protective armor many women put on so they can tell their friends and family, who were there to hear all the sob stories, that it isn’t that deep anymore, she has it under control. Yeah, okay... Some liars even try to make it empowering: He’s just a boy toy, a flesh and blood vibrator, a side dick. If he we...