Many, many years ago, I married a woman. And then we got divorced. To this day, I’m not sure why. Maybe we both got bored.
And then, about a year after we got divorced, she invited me over to her place for supper. It was winter. Supper was fun. And after we had eaten, we fucked on the floor in front of the fire. It too was fun.
And then she got married again, and I got married again; and she got divorced again, and I got divorced again. And, for many years we lived at opposite ends of the earth.
Then, recently, we discovered that we were once again living just a short cab ride from one another.
She invited me over to her place for supper. Supper was fun. Her apartment didn’t have a fireplace, but we fucked on a pile of cushions on the floor and imagined a fire. It was fun. (Although, at our age, getting back up from the floor can be a bit of a challenge.)
Anyway … that, girls and boys, is why you should always try to stay friends with your ex.
And then, about a year after we got divorced, she invited me over to her place for supper. It was winter. Supper was fun. And after we had eaten, we fucked on the floor in front of the fire. It too was fun.
And then she got married again, and I got married again; and she got divorced again, and I got divorced again. And, for many years we lived at opposite ends of the earth.
Then, recently, we discovered that we were once again living just a short cab ride from one another.
She invited me over to her place for supper. Supper was fun. Her apartment didn’t have a fireplace, but we fucked on a pile of cushions on the floor and imagined a fire. It was fun. (Although, at our age, getting back up from the floor can be a bit of a challenge.)
Anyway … that, girls and boys, is why you should always try to stay friends with your ex.
