02 Jun 2008 › 11:15am
So I have this theory about the first post break up hookup. Basically, a woman can’t begin to move on and break the broken hearted spell her ex has placed on her, until she has her first serious post breakup makeout session. I’m not saying that making out with any old shmo will cure a broken heart. I’m just saying it’s the first step back to your former sassiness. It helps re-awaken the fun girl who’s been hibernating inside you while you snuggled on the couch with Ben and Jerry. Suddenly, you take off your heart-break blinders and realize the streets are teeming with cutie pies. It’s like Sleeping Beauty, bu-cept with your virginia.
Now I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, “CG, an awful lot of your solutions to life problems are slutty in nature.” To that I say simply. Um… true. But hey, I just do what works. I’m not picky.
My point? I went out with Ali last night and ended up making out for like an hour straight with a cute, but way too young model/actor dude who I’d never be interested in in real life. I’m no gonna lie, I’d drool over him in real life, but boys like that need way too much attention for my taste (Snore. No seriously, your hair looks great!). Anyway – I think he broke it for sure because I’ve been feeling extremely frisky ever since. So ok, it’s only been about 10 hours. But still.
