The Other Woman

Let us face
The other woman is always hated
The other woman is bad, mad and sad

But the other woman is actually a lot more women than we admit

i know friends who sleep with married men, and friends who sleep with guys who have girfriends
I know friends who even DATE as opposed to just sleep with them once or twice

I haven't
Done either
Not with married, nor with someone with a girlfriend

I think with me, it began with the perception that married people were old in some way
Until i started meeting cool and funny YOUNG married men
They were cool
And they were unavailable

I still havn't lost it, but i think that sometimes, it must be God watching over me and ensuring that nothing goes wrong

As for guys with girlfriends, thankfully, that is still a no
But come on, am i honestly saying that it will NEVER happen?

Yeah i hope so
But it always feels that when a man is not married nor engaged, then the rules are not so stringent
You know?

Like with this guy
Graceful as hell
(is hell graceful)
But he got a girlfriend
So nothing

I pray

The Tears Come Later

i broke up with him today
Well, how do you break up with someone you were never actually dating?
I wish i could always listen to myself
I always KNOW when they are not just that into me
But i keep pretending they are
Keep trying to make it work
Keep hanging on till it don't make sense any longer!
How sad

It started out as a simple day
Spent the night at his place
Went out for a meeting with him
And basically kicked back and relaxed
Till one act of thoughtlessness sent me bouncing off the walls
And i just had to react

Of course, we (me myself and i), knew that i was more upset about things that were unsaid
Like what are we dammit?!
Am i your girlfriend?
Or the girl you like to laugh with but won't commit to?
Fuck that
(Excuse my french)

So i tried to talk to him about it
But he said he doesnt want complications
Well, i am a complicated person
So that made things pretty clear
It was time to tell him we should just be friends

He took it well
TOO WELL

I knew he would
I hoped he wouldn't
That he would fight for me
Tell me he loved me and wanted to be with me
Hmmn...

Whom was i kidding

So he left and here i am blogging
I'm doing the bravado thing
Working so i don't think
But somewhere in the still of the night, they will come

As always
The tears come later!