I loved my second boyfriend more than the first. They were both Jewish and the second boyfriend even served in the IDF, I think. But that's not the reason I loved him more.
Our relationship ended because he wanted to do things like go out for dinner and see movies. All I wanted to do is shag.
Of course he wanted to shag too but that's not the only thing he wanted to do. I think I was a bit of a shit.
On Friday night I was out in Cape Town and I ran into him. He works really hard and it shows but underneath he's still as hot and beautiful as he always was.
It was weird hugging him and as is always the case, you swap pleasantries but there is a whole lot more that you want to say but don't.
I was a little drunk. Or rather, I was very drunk and I really shouldn't have said it but the words just tumbled out my mouth.
I held his hand, looked him in the eye and said "boy, it was a long time ago and things are different now. But can we just fuck for old time's sake?"
I don't think it's what he wanted to hear.
It's really shit when you behave like the person you think you're not.