A few months ago I made the mistake of going out with an ex I adore. The mistake wasn't going out for a fun night on the town with him. That's always a good time. The mistake was a conversation I confidently walked into and then very quickly exited with a completely bruised and battered ego.For some reason I have managed to stay friends with a lot of my ex-boyfriends. I figure I liked them enough to get naked in front of them, so why should we have to give up the friendship just because the dating thing didn't work. Well... unless they dump me, in which case they are dead to me. Obviously.One such ex is now very present in my life. We've managed to turn a dud relationship into a beautiful friendship. Chuffed.
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