of stairwells and strangers

Half to hurt you, half to make you aware, which hurts you more.

They do it all the time, tell you these stories about how they fucked some stranger in the stairwell of a club, in the back of a car, or were forced up against a wet wall by some guy with his pants around his ankles. They either don’t understand that we don’t want to know that shit, or they don’t care that we don’t.

Even if you are that stranger from the stairwell from time to time with other girls, it doesn’t change the fact that some other stranger fucked your current girl before you’d ever even focused on her. It’s a fallacy in the extreme that these things help relationships. I’m speaking of course about my ex, and that is exactly the reason why she is my ‘ex’. I got thinking about that last conversation with her after reading a blog. I’m not sure what to say about it, other than I’ve never been good at sharing, even if it was before we’d met.

~ by Nicholas P. Mitchell on July 19, 2007.