Posts Tagged ‘rebounding’
by hannah
July 2nd, 2010
Hey! Interested in making your life a bona fide hell, where every step you take is sized up for ridicule by a disgruntled bitch and her entire posse? Then sleep with your friend’s ex! I’m serious about this one, ladies. While our forefathers fought for our right to whatever one-night stand we so choose, this is an instance where we might want to exercise a bit of guarded liberty.
Sure, it may seem like a good idea in the heat of the moment. You’re nursing him through a breakup of epic proportions, drowning his sorrows—and your moral compass—in a bottle of Grey Goose at a local dive bar. Woes soon turn to giggles, which turn to sexy whispers, which turn to you emerging from the ladies’ room and handing him your crumpled up panties. “Let’s blow this joint,” you say like a woman possessed.
And your night of released tension—pent up for three long years, as you watched him hold your BFF’s purse while she tried on jeans at Macy’s—is everything you imagined and more. It feels forbidden, yet ten times better because you know it’s technically not. The entire day after, you’re on top of the world…until you get a call. From your BFF. Distraught out of her effing mind…
by hannah
February 18th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 5: REBOUNDING)
Ben is so great. In fact, I think he’s perfect for me. He’s nice. And he has a body I could fixate over for hours. Really, what else do I need?
I reach over for the glass of red wine sitting on my toilet seat, and take a sip. It’s Saturday afternoon so I’m partaking in my weekly ritual of sitting in the tub drinking red wine while shaving my legs—and, on this particular Saturday, thinking about my night with Ben.
I could definitely date Ben. He goes to some kind of college, so I’m sure he’s smart. And he works: a sure sign of determination. And I’m certain that once we go out on a real date he’ll open up. He’ll probably talk so much I’ll be pining for the days when he didn’t.
Admittedly he’s a little trigger happy. But that’s because he thinks I’m hot—it’s understandable. I take a sip of wine and smile, reliving that perfect comment in my head…
by hannah
December 12th, 2009
Whether we like to admit it or not, rebounds are born of an extreme state of fucked-uppedness. I’ve had my fair share, most recently going by the name of Ben. We like to think there’s potential; but, truth is, rebounds are an act of desperation, typically incited by liquor, and conveniently utilized by estranged lovers to win a race of Olympic proportions: The 100-Meter Move-On Dash.
Rebounds are fueled by any (or all) of the following emotions:
Anger. Your new lover’s whispered nothings are answered with, “Shut the fuck up!” as you hurl yourself on top of him…
