Secret Confessions from BILLY SUNDAY: THE ‘X’ FACTOR (ReMix)
When I had a girlfriend I used to start arguments with her just because. She was a really good girl except for those couple of times when she slept with the dudes that I grew up with, but since she was never actually asleep I really didn’t count those moments. I argued with her over other shit. Like the fact that she always placed the toilet cover down. I felt that if I had no problem keeping the seat down she could at least do me a favor and keep the cover up. That way I could pee right thru the hole in the seat. No problem. Because she was a generally good girl I could only start fights with her over trivial meaningless crap.
However, there was one big thing that she did that I couldn’t stand. She was ‘best’ friends with all her ex-boyfriends. I am not just talking about the generic e-mail or occaisional phone call type of friends, but the “let’s go out for drinks after ten p.m. on a school nite” type of friends. That and the fact that there was a sizable portion of her budget devoted to sending presents and crap to her ex-boyfriends’ families. Mother’s Day flowers are kind of sweet, but a $300 MaClaren stroller for a second cousin’s baby shower?!? What kind of bullshit is this?!? These dudes were not her babies daddies?!?(Real Talk is that she had no kids due to her frequent visits to Planned Parenthood during the time she was dating these fellas).
What emotional/physical/spiritual food do the ex-boyfriend/girlfriends provide that folks have to keep them in their life after the romance relationship has gone south? I couldn’t see the point. I am not friends with anyone that I used to date. As a matter of fact, I think that everyone that I used to date will rush out to the wine store and buy a bottle of 1982 Veuve-Cliquot just so that they can pop a bottle of champagne when they get the news that I have died. O.K. maybe not that drastic, but there will be hell’a smiles being cracked. This is why I couldn’t understand my former girlfriends obsession with remaining friends with her ex’s.
Her first argument for the continuance of these liasions was always that these dudes were her friends before I came into the picture and to ask her to divorce herself from these people was to take away a piece of her personality. These fellas were part of her growth as a person so for her to sever the communication was to act as if she found herself on her own. GAWD DAMN! I wasn’t asking her to throw away all of her pictures and her love notes!!! My point was that having an ex-boyfriend as an activity pal is bad fucking business. Oops, did I say ‘fucking’?!? Well that is what the fuck I mean! Chicks already have a leg up(pun intended) on fellas when it comes to access of random sexual partners but when a female has the availability of a familiar genitalia she is invincible.
How do you stop the two of them from hooking up? You can’t. She would be pissed off at me for yelling at her for not tucking the flat sheet under the mattress and then the next thing I know is that I have a voicemail on my cellphone telling me that she is off getting cocktails with friends(note to all readers: when someone leaves a person’s name out of the conversation it is always to fuck with your head) A month later it would leak out that she went to the Knicks game with her ex who just happens to be the president of promotional advertising at Geffen records. She knew how much I loved the Knicks because I would always put on my Sprewell jersey when the games were televised on MSG. For a brief second I had caught blood in my eye. I was Latrell Sprewell and she was P.J. Carlessimo. I won’t go into details because they are contained in a police report filed at the 115th precinct.
At this point in my life I realize that the first thing that I have ask a prospective new girlfriend is whether or not she is still ‘friends’ with her any of her ex’s. The very next question will be if she has ever pressed charges.
June 30th, 2006 at 8:03 pm
That friends with the ex is crap…I ain’t friends with no ex…when they ask I let them know I have friends and we obviously don’t get along. My supreme pleasure in life is to be out looking dapper and living it up only to glimpse an ex looking like she just fought her way from the 10th level of hell. Raise my glass!!!
June 30th, 2006 at 8:09 pm
^Amadeo,
Cheers to that like a muh’fuh.
June 30th, 2006 at 10:23 pm
I agree with Amadeo unless the chick is a willing participant in bumping uglies…..well then I guess were back were we started…..how bout as long as eveything is to my advantage…..1
July 1st, 2006 at 1:54 am
Sorry, but you don’t take sand to the beach.
I wouldn’t want no other beyouch ringing my man for drinks, especially without me!… I’m with Amadeo… ‘cept I like to see them from the rear view mirror.
July 1st, 2006 at 7:35 am
my new year’s resolution was to put some space between myself and my ex’s and I must say it’s been the most peaceful year of my life….I haven’t been stalked once all year. No one dangling their toes on my porch at three in the morning when i get home from the club…not one of them Girl You Know You Always’ ‘Gone Be Mine conversations…
life is lovelier!
July 1st, 2006 at 10:33 am
Oh fuck this post is tasty and I would love to see a copy of that police report. Damn if this isn’t sage advice in terms of relationship pre-screening. I’m gonna add it to my list right after the “have you ever been an IV drug user” question and before the “Describe your relationship with your father” line of interrogation.
Seriously, this is a life lesson.
And when I really think about it, it bums me out that recounting trust worthy people is hard enough and how few women I know on that list . . . Basically just Mom and Grams over the long haul . . . Probably true of most guys.
February 16th, 2007 at 12:53 am
Excellent, love it!
July 27th, 2012 at 3:57 pm
Greetings! Very useful advice within this post! It’s the little changes that make the most important changes. Thanks a lot for sharing!