Alright, so, the topic today is “sex on ex.” Yeah, it’s a path many of us have stumbled down, myself included. I’ve got a few entries in my own logbook about this particular… adventure. Let’s just say the outcomes were rarely what I’d initially hoped for when I embarked on that particular journey.
It usually kicks off in a pretty mundane way. Maybe you’re feeling a bit lonely, or you see something that reminds you of them. Then your fingers get itchy, and you find yourself typing out a “hey, how are you?” text. You tell yourself it’s innocent. Spoiler alert: it’s rarely just innocent. One thing leads to another, a bit of reminiscing, maybe a few too many drinks are involved, or just plain old curiosity about “what if.”
So, you decide to meet. “Just to talk,” or “for old times’ sake.” Famous last words, those. You get together, and there’s that weird mix of familiarity and distance. Sometimes the old spark is there, or you think it is. Other times, it’s just awkward, like trying on clothes that don’t fit anymore. But, you know, human nature. We’re creatures of habit, and sometimes, those old habits lead straight back to the bedroom.
And then it happens. The act itself? Honestly, it’s all over the place. Sometimes it’s comfortable, almost deceptively so, like you never broke up. Easy. Too easy. Then there are times it’s just… off. A reminder of all the reasons it didn’t work out in the first place. Maybe the chemistry is gone, or it’s overshadowed by all the baggage you both brought back into the room. It’s like you’re trying to relive a good memory but the film is scratched and the sound is out of sync.
The real kicker often comes after. The next morning, or a few days later when the dust settles. That’s when the “what have I done?” feeling usually crashes the party. Or the confusion. Are we back together? Is this a thing now? Good luck getting a clear answer. Most of the time, it just muddies waters that were already pretty murky. It’s like trying to unscramble an egg. Just makes a bigger mess.
So, how do I sound like I know the script? Well, I’ve had my share of these “reunions.” I remember this one time, specifically. Let’s call her “Sarah.” We’d been broken up for about a year. We bumped into each other, had a laugh, one thing led to another. We thought, “Hey, we’re adults, we can handle this. No strings.” For a few weeks, it was… okay. Kinda fun, even. But then the old issues started creeping back in. The same frustrations, the same miscommunications. It was like watching a re-run of a show where you already know the ending is bad. It didn’t bring closure; it just reopened old wounds and added a few new ones for good measure. We ended up having a second, even more painful, “breakup” from whatever that was. What a waste of emotional energy, man.
Here’s the rundown from my field notes, if you will:
- It’s rarely about just sex. Someone, or often both, is usually looking for something more, even if they don’t admit it. Comfort, validation, a do-over.
- Closure is a myth in this scenario. More often than not, it just complicates your healing process. You’re basically hitting pause on moving on.
- It almost always gets messy. Feelings get hurt, boundaries get blurred, and you’re left with more questions than answers.
So, yeah, that’s my take. If you’re thinking of going down that road, just be really honest with yourself about why. And be prepared for it to not be the smooth, easy ride you might be hoping for. It’s usually a bumpy track with a pretty predictable, and often disappointing, destination. Tread carefully, or better yet, maybe just don’t.
