Written by, The Single Sinner
When I broke up with ‘the boy’ I was fortunate enough for my best friend to become single at the same time. Using the word fortunate is slightly selfish on my part, simply because I saw the heartache she went through, but at least I wouldn’t be an old spinster alone.
I’d better introduce this fellow single sinner as I’ve got a feeling she may be cropping up in a few of my stories from now on. Cameron entered my life at high school when I spotted her 32E’s in PE, bouncing up and down and casting a shadow over my insignificant, non-moving 32B’s. When we both became single, we made it our mission to go out, drink away our pain with Scarlett Miss Charlotte cocktails (raspberry coulis, raspberry vodka and lemonade if you were wondering) and meet as many new guys as we could.
Cameron is the brunette version of Diaz, all blue sparkling eyes and witty banter. She had a picture perfect relationship, or so I thought, with her boyfriend until one day it crumbled and, to cut a long story short, she’s now in the midst of a pretty devastating break up.
The whole point of my introduction of Cam is that she recently found out that her ex has gone and got himself a new girlfriend, approximately 2 months since they stopped seeing each other. She went through that dreaded stage with him of breaking up, still speaking every day, sleeping together, thinking they might be getting back together, not getting with anyone else just in case and then this happens. He moves on and Cam wasn’t expecting it.
I went through something similar with ‘the boy’ the first time we broke up. He started seeing somebody and I actually felt like a part of me died. I suppose it did in a way…hope. But I picked myself up and decided not to think about him and his new girlfriend together. I would have ended up in a mental asylum if I did, I think. I wasn’t even sure if I was angry because he’d met someone else or just the fact the he’d got there first! I wanted to be the one who moved on and left him high and dry. The fact that his new girlfriend was about two feet taller and two stones slimmer than me didn’t help matters. I was wracked with thoughts of, ‘is she prettier than me’, ‘does she make him laugh like I did’, ‘wonder if she’ll do that thing in bed that I never would’ and the list goes on.
Jealousy is an ugly trait and I tried to rein it in as soon as its ugly head popped out, but sometimes I couldn’t help but trawl through her Facebook page and see what kind of life she led. I found out she was working in Ibiza for the summer, which was a cliché in itself. How cool can one girl be?! In a way, when ‘the boy’ met her, it made me stronger and more determined to have a good time and not let him see me moping around and crying unnecessary tears and the fact that his new girlfriend was stunning pushed me to take a look at my own appearance, which in all honesty had slipped towards the final months of us being together. I went blonder and found out the saying is true, I really did have more fun.
Now I’m hoping Cam can see just how gorgeous she is and not to let her ex moving on affect her in the way I dreaded happening to me. We’ve just booked our holiday for next year to the party capital of the world, Miami. Can you imagine the amount of men there, all waiting for two English girls like us to turn up? I can…and I can’t wait!
