I always felt better if I considered it as closure. :beam:
Well, if I’m honest it’s not the first time it’s happened since we broke up. :sure: So it’s closure several times over, really. Just to make sure. 
Yes, this is the guy that left me for a girl at work, then regretted it when he found out what she was really like. But we’ve remained friends even through that. It’s just that sometimes we cross the ‘friends’ line…
I wouldn’t go out with him again, not after what happened in the past. It’s just… I guess he’s my “What If” bloke. You know, the guy that you always wonder what would happen with if things were different.
What can I say? I’m a classy bird. It was a spur of the moment thing, location wasn’t as important as… well, other things. 
whoa, hold it down a sec, aren’t you assuming that something is going to come of this? I mean it could just be nookie for nookie’s sake, like I said it doesn’t have to mean anything
You know, I like that thinking. At least i know where I stand with this guy.
Well Kit - it seems you are in it for the same reasons so all is good 
And I am sure you are a “classy bird” 
You post here dont you!? You must be classy!
I belive the term we use around here for what you have is “Friends with benifits”
That’s the phrase.
I know what you mean…I was on a date one time when walking past an alley it became too tempting not to run up the alley and have sex. Just something about alleys, maybe it’s Freudian (sp).
By the way how does he feel about it? Guilty, regretful, super cool, bragging or is he not even bothered?
Well regardless I am an advocate of hooking up with exes.
But thanks for sharing your erotic adventures kit :thumb:
[color=grey][size=1]You didnt run into this guy did you? [/size][/color]
we could turn this into a series. move out the way, alex, there’s a new story-tellin’ gal in town.
I know, I know… Alleyway, it’s soooo tacky. If we’d been anywhere near either of our houses then we’d have gone there instead, but we weren’t, and it was late and I don’t think either of us were in the mood to wait for a cab. 
He seems the same as always, really. Like I said, it’s not the first time it’s happened, so he’s… Well, not ‘used to it’, but it’s not a new situation for us to be in.
[EDIT] No Fester, I didn’t see him, but we did see Guinness Man in the pub. I’ll explain him later. [/EDIT]
Absolutely, a quickie in a secluded public place is hard to beat
man I wish I wasn’t single :*(
As i look into my crystal mouse ball, i see some ackwardness arising from this situation, I used to be pretty good friends with on of my exes…then we ended up sleeping together at her house…i cringe at the site of her now…i don’t know why, but that killed it…just my 2 cents.
I usually avoid sleeping with exes, specially if i was the one who broke it up.
My last relationship ended a few months ago (no one really broke it up, things just ended) and i had the chance to do that.
My ex did want that to hppen, but then i stop to think for a minute and realized i didn’t want to go that way.
It would be too much trouble getting over her again, specially because i knew it wasnt going to work.
But genereally speaking, i guess its better than sleeping with some stranger… [SIZE=1]or not[/SIZE] :beam:
As long as you sleep with your ex Kit you’ll not be looking for a replacement. Same goes for him. Though it might be fun and harmless, maybe time to stop.
Not forseeing doom or anything but accidents do happen. If they didn’t I wouldn’t be here.
I may have just found the one thing I would die for… to avoid sleeping with my ex wife again…
j/k 
I don’t deal well with break ups. For some reason, we usually end up in totally different geographic areas. I think I still have an ex here in town tho. Although I think she is/was married since, and lives 40 or so miles to the east, and just works/used to work downtown. I’ve run into her once since, and that was just on the street.
Good for you Kit, everyone needs to let the beastie out every once in a while. If you and your ex can do it occaisionally without hangups, even the better.
Like I said initially, I really think that its down to if the the two people involved can cope with it and take it at nothing more than face value.
The danger is you might think you can take handle it but after a while it starts to get messy. Or the other person might be saying they’re cool with it when really they’re not.
Its your friendship with them thats at stake.
when I slept with my ex, we both handled it fine. I don’t think that would be the case if it happened too often
True, true… It’s one of those things where every now and then I wonder about him and me, and I know he wonders the same. But we won’t do anything about it. We’re friends, like I said. But we also still ‘like’ each other.
And now, as a little diversion, this is a little explanation of Guinness Man, and an extract of one of the bizarre conversations we all had on Saturday.
After football on a Saturday, our group usually goes to a nearby pub for a few drinks. This generally lasts till they kick us out at 11.30pm. A lot of English pubs have ‘characters’ in them. Ours has Guinness Man.
Guinness Man, as his name suggests, drinks Guinness. And only Guinness. He is only ever seen with a pint of it in his hand. He is probably mid forties, bit of a beer gut, and a very vacant expression.
Guinnes Man doesn’t seem to have any friends in the pub. There is no-one he talks to. Instead, he has this habit of sidling up to a group of people, standing on the sidelines, and laughing along with their jokes.
It shouldn’t be funny, but it is. You have to see this guy. We all love Guinness Man.
Now for some unfathomable reason (minors are advised to find another thread to read, now), the conversation in the pub on Saturday shifted towards a rather adult topic (nothing new there then). The question was, if you were female (everyone but me is a man), would you rather sleep with Ann Widdecombe or Guinness Man?
For the non-Brits here, Ann Widdecombe is a rather large, Tory MP and battleaxe. Scary woman. And Guinness Man is… Well, Guinness Man.
The conversation degenerated from that point, really. But Widdecombe won the vote…
THATS SOOOO AWESOME KIT!!!
Me and my buddies have a bar mascot too!
There is this dive within crawling distance of my house. But will grossly overserve you and has two pool tables what more do you need.
Our mascot is:
(I apologize in advance for getting aorund the content filter but its her name)
the Big B!tch
Now let me tell you about the big b*tch
The big b*tch is this broad who always seems to be there. Pretty face, pretty decent body, even a nice rack.
She is always alone. And noone ever hits on her. You want to know why nobody ever hits on her?
** The b*tch is [size=12]HUGE!!![/size]**
Not like 6FT huge. Like almost 7ft huge.
Her arms are like the length of my leg. her legs are like the distance of the pool table for gods friggin sake.
She is so freaky looking she belongs in a cage. I am going to have to snap a picture of her and dig up this thread again.
But thats who the big b*tch is.
And I shall get a picture of Guinness Man. :beam: Ahh, it’s good to know it’s not just us that have the mascot. 
We also have another one - The Worst Barmaid In The World.
She works behind the bar at our pub, and is completely, utterly hopeless. Aside from the fact that (sorry) she looks terrible, she is also incapable of taking an order.
Early on in her career, me and a mate went to the bar (one to pay, one to help carry). We ordered four pints of Fosters. She returned with 2 pints of Fosters and 2 pints of Strongbow.
This is what we have to contend with. :sure:
It’s no wonder we get drunk every now and then. 
We were walking / staggering home on Saturday all declaring “We’re too old for this s**t”. This was as we were playing football with a tin can in the middle of the road.
Alright, I never said we were sensible, did I? 
lol fester, thats sounds like a riot. Im laughing so hard its hard to type.
