I slept until 3 pm today. Yeah… that’s right – I slept for over 12 hours and I was disgusted with myself for doing that. So I went to the gym to make up for it – and rewarded myself with a nice big dinner. Naturally. Well-played Sunday if you ask me.
I had a good weekend – spent it with friends – we went out to a fancy bar (oxymoron) last night and just spent the night dancing, flirting with boys (me), and … then me watching them make out with their boyfriends. Riveting.
I’m really lucky with my group of friends – they’re sweet, caring, always there for each other, good cooks (obviously that’s on my list of criteria), and we all have different types when it comes to guys… for the most part.
I like Persian, and they like everything else – which is a blessing because if that wasn’t the case, we would have a hard time meeting the “Girl Code.”
Girl Code: Never hook up with a friend’s ex-boyfriend/fling.
And I’m a big believer in that. I think friends are more important than getting fancy with a guy that they used to date… and frankly, there are enough fish in the sea where there just shouldn’t be an overlap.
Personally, I would feel uncomfortable if my close friend was f#cking my ex – not because of “principle,” but because… that’s just weird if your friend dates someone you have history with.
Think about it – when you’re in a relationship, you share a certain degree of intimacy with your significant other. Not just sex, but the emotions that sometimes come with it. How would you feel if your friend was sharing that same feeling with someone that made you feel a certain way?