Sex with ex, lost time and a revelation
Posted by: Foong in Relationship, tags: relationships, sex, what men want, what women wantNo, not that I am ever considering the thought of having sex with my ex when I don’t even know where the hell he is now. And even if I know where he is and is still in contact with him, errr, thanks but no thanks man. We didn’t exactly broke up on good terms, but that’s another whole blog post that I will reserve for another day.
It’s just that I’ve always been curious about some people who don’t mind bedding down with their exes while still on the rebound. It is just so wrong. I mean, why the hell do you break up if you are going to run back to your ex for sex at the next available moment?
And then there’s the other type of sex with ex. As in having sex with your best friend’s ex. That is also another icky situation I’d never get myself into. Even the thought of sex with a friend’s ex is icky. But I ended up doing just the thing. Well, actually, not exactly but something like that.
When I first met my husband, it was at work. Yeah, we had an office romance. Anyway, he also happened to be a friend of one of my best friends. Not a boyfriend, just a friend. So, nothing icky about it. We went out and as love stories go, we later moved in together.
Then, I found out that one of his exes used to be a friend of mine back in secondary school. Penang is really that small. Now, that was like ICK alert but then it is too late. I can’t break up with him just because he used to go out with a friend whom I’ve already lost touched with and have not talked to for close to a decade.
I tried to put it past me but like a child intent on peeling the scabs on his injured knee, I kept thinking about it and kept asking him about her. I wanted to know every detail, like where they went on their dates. What they do on their dates. How long they were together. Why did they break up. Is he still in contact with her. You know, the sort of kaypoh (busybody) questions people don’t normally ask but this is me. Miss Ultra Kaypoh intent on getting even more icky with all these deep, dirty details. Yes, I even asked him if they had sex.
Of course, my husband, being the regular guy that he is merely shrugged and gave short sentence replies to all these kaypoh questions. He relegated it to ‘Uh, don’t know’ or ‘Uh, don’t remember’ or ‘The usual’ (in reply to where they go on dates) and a raised eyebrow teamed with a quizzical look to the sex question.
“Why do you want to know?” he asked in return, obviously becoming wary.
“Saja-lar. I kaypoh mah” (just for fun, I’m a busybody) I replied and tried to act matter-of-factly although I do not, for the life of me, know why I am so insistent in wanting to know.
“Are you sure you won’t use this as a sort of argument weapon against me in future?” he asked even more warily.
I was offended. Deeply offended. Hell, who does he think I am? One of the fools in Barisan Nasional? WTF. My name does not have the initials BN!
“No lar. I am just curious. It’s normal for a girlfriend to find out about all the deep, dirty secrets of her bf’s past before she marries him,” I replied.
“Uh, nope. It’s not normal at all. None of my exes ever asked about my exes,” he replied.
Well, duh. That’s because they are not me, the one you love the most for my individuality (ahem) and uniqueness. Or at least, I hope so. But I said this instead:
“That’s because you are not marrying them but you are marrying me.Come on. I am just curious okay? It’s what I do. I always ask kaypoh questions to everyone, okay?” I was practically begging. And yes, he had already proposed to me, like about six months into the relationship and I had said yes and that’s not the point of this story…
“Uh, I don’t remember,” he said and immediately put on the ‘don’t disturb me, I am busy watching F1/entertainment news/ movie/ whatever crap on Astro just to avoid more uncomfortable questions from nosy gf’ look.
Don’t remember? Er, hello. How many men out there could forget who they shagged or not? That’s like saying men have forgotten how to do the horizontal limbo. Or how to wank off. Or how to dish out tired, stupid, lame one-liners to impress women.
It’s like saying BN has suddenly forgotten all about the use of dirty tricks and despicable methods to remain in power.
Men just do not forget about their sexual conquests. Period.
Anyway, since he put on that ‘do not disturb’ look, I gave him a glare that would’ve killed him on the spot if not for his safety shield of being my bf.
But I did not let the matter rest. A few days later, I tried again.
“Okay, okay. So, we had sex. It was only once or twice, okay? No big deal. Then she moved away and we broke up.” he finally gave in.
Armed with this information, it definitely gave me the icky feeling. Ugghh. I am sleeping with a guy who had slept with a friend from school. And I happen to like the girl as a friend. She is very nice and not in the least bitchy. Again, I could not break up because of this. I was cursing myself for being so kaypoh and now I have to live with this icky thought forever. But life goes on, we got married and I had almost forgotten about this whole thing.
And then thanks to the wonders of online social sites like Friendster (or is it Facebook? Can’t remember) , I met up with her. And again, not wanting to let it go, I told her I married her ex. Her reaction?
“Oh really? Who?” she asked.
I told her and expected her to…a) congratulate me and say I got a really good guy there or b) start bitching about him
But surprisingly, her answer was a c.
“Who? I don’t remember having a boyfriend with that name.”
Okay. So maybe she had way too many boyfriends to remember all of them. I told her his full name, described him and even showed her his picture.
“Hmmm…he does look familiar. Oh, I remember now. He’s the one from St Xaviers right?”
Uh huh. Lucky gal. She must have been changing boyfriends all the time to find it so hard to remember one of them. And then came the shocker.
“But he’s not my ex. We were not a couple or anything. We just went out a few times, that’s all.” was her reply.
“Are you sure?” I was flabbergasted and a bit miffed. My wonderful husband surely could not be that forgettable!
“Yeah. We went out for drinks and dinner a few times but there was nothing serious going on,” she said.
Okay. Now who’s lying? TH told me they dated and they had sex for goodness sake and there she is stating that they only went out a few times and were not a couple at all.
I did the next best thing to get to the bottom of this. I confronted my husband. His reply:
“Oh really? She said that? Ahah hah hah…See? I told you I don’t remember. I even got the facts wrong.”
Coward. Taking the easy way out. Ceh. If I hadn’t known better, I’d think they were ‘pakating’ behind my back.
And no, I did not went back to interrogate her. It is one thing to interrogate my own husband but quite another to interrogate an out-of-touch friend over something that had happened more than ten years ago. And some more a personal question like this. What was I supposed to ask her?
“Did you have sex with my husband more than ten years ago?”
Nope. I may be kaypoh number one but I refuse to ask such a horrendously embarrassing and totally weird out question like that.
Till now, I still do not know the truth. Were they a couple or not? Did they have sex or not? I guess I will never know and yes, I am not that bothered about it anymore too.
That’s what I called lost time. I wasted so much time trying to dig out things like this that do not even matter anymore.
Ceh. There’s nothing wrong with sex with ex. I mean sex with a friend’s ex, that is. As long as that friend is out of touch and far away and not a close, BFF type of friend. Or a gay friend (now that’s definitely worse than icky and gross too).

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