Clutch mag introduced me to the phrase “flashback ex” with just a headline, and I was immediately brought back to the makeup sex an ex and I once had. But as I read the Clutch article, hoping for juicy tidbits on someone else’s sex memories, I quickly realized the writer was recounting all the miserable experiences she’s had with ex-boyfriends. Keep reading »
Your ex is your ex for a reason (or many reasons), but there was something redeeming and attractive about this person at one time. After the jump, some women reminisce and share their favorite moments with their exes. Whether from a mountaintop hike, a tropical island getaway or a local romantic occasion, these memories deserve a lasting place in our hearts. They make us secretly smile, regardless of the geographic or emotional distance between us and the exes who were once lucky enough to have our love. Keep reading »
There are few things more horrifying than running into an ex on the street when you’re on the way to the gym or, i don’t know, going on three days sans shower and maybe not smelling so normal. Scheduled ex sightings, however, leave endless room to look awesome and either A) make him completely regret ever leaving you or B) drive home the point that you’re too good for him. Jezebel’s guide to dressing for a meeting with your ex almost has us wanting to call up our old boyfriends for a drink and some drooling. The advice — like “look like yourself” — is fairly straightforward, but few things make tons of sense when you’re about to see an ex for the first time since a breakup and the little reminders to calm the hell down are actually pretty helpful. Check out the tips and look dashing next time you make a former makeout partner insanely jealous. [Jezebel] Keep reading »
The evening started out harmless enough. My self-sabotage was not premeditated—more like a white lie that got carried away. I was on my way to class to take a test I hadn’t studied for, and I realized I just couldn’t do it. On a whim, I decided to ditch. I needed a drink, stat. I was supposed to meet up with my new guy, Kennedy, after class but he was working late and wouldn’t be ready until later. I went through my mental contact book of friends I had in the area and remembered that my ex-boyfriend Justin worked down the street. As soon as I sent him a text message, he responded. I wrote Kennedy to let him know I was skipping the test and meeting a friend for a drink.
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Last night on “The Office,” Erin learned that her boyfriend, Andy, had not only dated Angela but was engaged to her — and he sort of forgot to mention it. Erin reacts by turning into Cousin It and causing a scene while out to lunch with Michael for Secretary’s Day. We have to admit, we’ve reacted in a similarly dramatic fashion after finding out about a boyfriend’s past relationship, though not quite this bad. Keep reading »
In the classic scary flick “The Exorcist,” when young Regan McNeil’s mom wanted to banish the devil from inside her daughter, she had to call in the God Squad. The result was all sorts of profanity, a generous helping of projectile vomit, and several unpleasant deaths.
Once the devil was cast out, Regan and her mom moved to a new city; after all, who wants to live where the devil once did? Unfortunately, not all of us can afford a change of locale after a traumatic experience, like, say, a breakup. Short of jetting off to Bali and drowning your heartache in fruity cocktails, the quickest way to exorcise someone from your heart is by ridding yourself of all the bad juju—and debris—that a rough breakup can leave in its wake. Keep reading »
Last night I was thrown for a loop when I ran into a long-ago ex at a party that he had no business (that I could fathom) attending. I was not happy to see him. In fact, over the past ten or so years, I’ve made it a point to avoid being anywhere he might be. I haven’t been pining; he’s someone I actively avoid because he’s psychotic and I had no idea what he—or I—would do if we ever crossed paths again. I’m not a violent person, but the thought of stabbing him in the eye is not an unpleasant one.
When you’ve tracked as many laps around the block as I have, you’re bound to run into the occasional ex—even the ones you’d rather forget. As the rage disappeared along with the tequila in my glass, I got to thinking about how just the random act of running into someone can ruin, or make, your day. Keep reading »