Confessions

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

I slept with my ex-boyfriend today because I have no will power.

Ok, so it's not quite worthy of hail-mary's (well not in my book) but still. My determination to make our post-relationship friendship stay friendship hasn't quite stayed on the straight and narrow.

After not seeing him for a good couple of weeks we decided to meet up or lunch and a bit of Orange Wednesday in Didsbury. It was all going well with lunch in Art of Tea (anyone in the Manchester area has to go here - it can only be described as books and tea heaven!!) with our friend Jake.

That was until he decided to remind me en-route to the cinema that it was 3 years to the day since we first started sleeping together. This may sound much more creepy than it actually is!! It was after our friend's 21st birthday party that we finally got it together; which was the 14th.

So all my memories of the good times we shared being mischievous and hiding our relationship from all our friends came flooding back like the flood Noah built his Ark for.

I had actually prepared not to be naughty. I had my terribly day-to-day undies on, unshaven stubbly legs, and only applying the minimal amount of mascara and lip gloss.

Can't believe I actually thought this would be a deterrent!! It wasn't like he was a new man in my life - this was how he liked me best. Damn it.

Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, we made our way into see Alice in 3D with Jake. Which is sheer escapism genius by the by.

With Jake making his way back home, we decided to go for a carvery to extend our day and catch up just us. Only it didn't stop here, did it. He reached over in the pub and kissed my neck and said "It's just for old times sake!"

Damn damn damn.

I have no will power.

He looks hot in that shirt.

Damn damn damn.

End up driving back to mine for a "brew".

Damn damn damn.

I'm not driving so it's technically not me in control...right?!

The brew leads to my room, and before I know it the Glee soundtrack has run out and we have no clothes on.

Damn damn damn.

We've said that that's it; full-circle and that's it for sexy-times.






Well, maybe until the next "anniversary" crops up!!