Can You Still Be Friends?

So I recently broke up with a man I really loved, but--it just wasn't going to work out, we wanted different things out of life, but it still hurt me none the less. I still wanted him somehow in my life, because he is such a great guy. Selfish move on my part...I know. But, in the past I have always been able to friends with an ex. Not like "hey, lets go get coffee!" kind of friends but a "If you got hit by a motorcycle I would still care" kind of friends. Today, the ex told me he can't do that, be friends with me. And it really hurt--I know I had to let him heal the way he wanted to heal, and whatever made it easier for him, is what he deserved, and what I want for him. But, on my side, I want him in my life, even if it's just as friends. And it hurts me to think he doesn't want the same thing. I don't know why he thinks we can't just be friends, I mean I can understand why not now. But I can't understand later on...

So I guess my question is, can you be friends with an ex? Or is it really just a selfish way to hold on to them. Like having your cake and eating it too?

Away We Go

For the inaugural (sort of) post:

DOWN UNDER

Oh yes women--you know of what I speak: the lady flower, the sponge cake--you're VaJayJay!

I personally don't understand why we go through so much trouble! To wax, shave, trim and the like, when if you ventured down south on a man--you would see NO SUCH EFFORT. But alas--we are women--and we don't want a man to steer clear of our lady flower, so we pay exorbitant amounts of money to make sure our lady flowers are silky smooth--void of hair anywhere. While it does seem to excite my boyfriend--which is after all the point--I am left feeling like I did when I was 8, waiting to become a "woman".

Some women I have talked to have said "It's not just for him, I do it for me too." Ya know what I say to that--BULLSHIT. NO woman likes getting waxed every few weeks, it HURTS like HELL. What hurts more than that, is when I can't afford to get waxed, and have to use my handy dandy razor, and am left looking like my vag got chicken pox. Sure, vitamin E oil helps, but when you're man's hand starts sliding south, you can feel yourself tense up--because you KNOW he can feel the bumps the razor left (no matter how much baby oil and softener you use). So you find yourself crossing your legs or just going straight to sex and depriving yourself of any kind of touch from your man. Which is funny, considering you went THROUGH that pain TO GET TOUCHED by your man. But, of course, if you hadn't shaved, you would look like a wildabeast and you wouldn't even let him come CLOSE to feeling that.

Though, I won't lie--it's nice to go swimming and know everything is in its place, and know that no stray hairs are straggling out. AND it IS nice, when my boyfriend runs his hand down and smiles and the silky smoothness that my lady flower has become. It really only becomes a problem, further in the relationship, when you have been sick, and dieing, and he wants some, and you aren't to the point in your relationship where you can tell him to F-off, so you get rowdy and right when the underwear are about to come off--you remember "OH SHIT--I'm a freaking forest down there!" So you make sure that his hand never travels down there--or his face. And you are more focused on making sure he doesn't see your shrubs, that you can't even enjoy the nibbles on your neck!

So if those women, when they said "It's not just for him, it's for me too" meant that they do it to keep themselves from un-enjoyable sex, or a chicken pox vag--then I believe them.

So, you like me, are left signing up every few weeks with a waxer named Helga, who is liberal with the wax, and tells you to spread em faster than you can get your underwear off.

Ahh....the Joys of being a woman??

Whatta bout you? Wax or No Wax?

Love and Luck,

KayDee

You're Not Alone Girls.

Dear Fellow Women,

Have you ever gone through something and think "No one else feels this way. No one else knows how I feel"? OF COURSE you have, we all have. Well, I am here to tell you---you're not.

We all have been through the same boy meets girl, girl meets boy, girl loves boy, boy cheats on girl with girls best friend scenarios. But despite this, we still feel like we are the loneliest people in the world ---cue Barbra Streisand and the violin please.

We find ourselves on the floor with tissues and a box of chocolate, making him regret breaking our hearts by looking like a red puffer fish and a big fatso with thunder thighs, because that of course will bring him back to us in a heart beat. Right!? NO. (A lesson I am still learning)

So Women--I implore you--get off your precociously tiled floors and take a look here whenever you are feeling lonely. I can't guarantee my actions are necessarily going to help you--in fact--they may do the opposite. But what I can assure you--is that by reading my trials, tribulations and the like--you will at least know you aren't going through this crazy cyclone called life alone. And by my writing this all down, maybe I will fix the own kinks in the life I am currently the leader of.

A Fair Warning: This Blog is all bars off. From condoms, sex, heart break, waxing (OW!), periods, pregnancy tests, anything goes here. Whatever problem I am having, or hear about-ya'll are gonna hear it too--no censors. So, with that in mind. Here we go.

Love and Luck,

KayDee.