The ex factor
Women are a strange breed.
We share just about everything. Make-up, clothes, shoes. We whisper long into the night telling secrets about ourselves. We share advice on how to kiss, put in a tampax, and even how to give the perfect blow job.
But when it comes to men - especially those categorized with the word "ex" in front of their description, such as ex-husband, ex-boyfriend, ex-lover, well, then sharing is off-limits.
It doesn't matter that we no longer have feelings for this ex person. That we've moved on to someone else. That we are completely and totally happy and satisfied in our new relationship.
Even if it turns out that our BFF and ex are perfectly suited for each other.
The ex is off-limits.
This situation makes for great stories. We've all seen movies where the guy dates the wrong girl first, realizes his mistake a day too late, mopes around for a few scenes, and then rushes through the torrential rain or through a crowded subway station into the arm of his true love.
And the girlfriends? They either never speak to each other again (and are okay with that) or stay together, realizing they are much happier now anyway.
Well, it doesn't always end happy in real life. The best friend usually abides by the ex rule and the ex wanders off into oblivion.
Why does this happen? Why, if we don't want this particular guy in our life, can't we let someone we know have him?
Is it because having once been intimate our minds will forever be seeing our girlfriend and our ex engaging in the same things we once shared? Perhaps a spanking now and then. Or simply a romantic evening, drinking wine, watching the sunset.
Is it because we think they may talk about us?
Are we being selfish in not letting our ex move on with someone we know? Or is it jealousy which rears its ugly butt?
It's an age-old situation. I don't want him, but you can't have him.
No other species seems to share this absurd reality.
Only women. And it seems pretty darn strange to me.