Am I the only person in the world who finds it exceedingly impossible to be "just friends" with ex-boyfriends? I feel like once you've crossed that tenuous line of intimacy where you sleep together and fall asleep together and smoke cigarettes naked and watch an endless amount of bad cable television in bed and bitch about how your families don't get you, it's impossible to just sit across from them at a shitty downtown restaurant with a watery smile pasted on your face and ask how their classes are and if their little sister is still playing lacrosse.
If you are one of those amazing people who can see an ex-boyfriend without wanting to sleep with them or even just hold their hand, how on earth do you do it? Even if the relationship ended poorly I've never been able to be casual friends with someone I've dated. I either end up not speaking to them at all, or entertaining this strange concept of friends with benefits, only inevitably one of us ends up liking the other one more than we should, and eventually we're back to start. The only way to escape the cycle is to constantly remind yourself why you broke up or why you are dysfunctional as a couple, but that becomes especially difficult when you're spooning and listening to Iron and Wine. The reasons you ended things immediately seem so far away. We've changed, you tell yourselves, we're mature and fit better together now.
Here's a hint: No. You haven't, and you don't.
I think part of it is that I'm just lazy. It's much easier to fall into the intimacy and great sex that one craves by rekindling it with your ex-boyfriend than it is to go searching for those things in strangers. And even though I'm, well, "pre-dating" someone now, the idea of having to work so hard to eradicate awkwardness and establish lives that work smoothly in tandem seems so exhausting.
So I'm leaving the country! Boys are confusing and pretentious literary circles disappoint me so I'm fleeing the country so that I can find the exact same boys and the exact same pretentious, disappointing literary circles... only in French, which makes them sexier and more drunk and thus clearly better.
But really. Are any of you just friends with your ex-boyfriends/girlfriends? Enlighten me!