it's always more fun when it no longer matters

the douchebag ex and i had a random night last weekend.
as with most non-dates, with no expectations, i had a wonderful time.

we go to a shindig, catch a performance, then drink a small distillery/brewery's worth of alcohol on a school night whilst shooting the breeze: he was trying to articulate and share his frustrations in his current relationship - with the girl he fell in love with whilst still fucking me (who's half my age, way more exciting in the sack and someone he really connects with. the only consolation i take from this is my gut was right - he and i only had an imagined connection which was born of temporary, fresh lust. it's like we were both naive 16 year old girls who thought the temporary, fresh lust was actually something significant), i was listening and trying to give wise advice. we even ended up dancing to the swing band at the venue - the first and only time we've danced.

part of me sensed that he was trying to escape from his current relationship humdrums with me.

i refused to enable that. i didn't want to do unto some chick who doesn't deserve my consideration what other women and he did to me when he and i were dating. the irony is i also sensed he's appreciating how laid back i am in comparison - a trait which allowed him to disrespect me - so it's really a wash.