Getting back in the sack

So my friend *Ems has a new fuck buddy. Having just broken up with her boyfriend (and being a chronic sufferer of extreme horniness), this can only be a good thing. In a matter of days her messages to me went from 'I am a horny mess. I'm going through my phonebook trying to find someone to have sex with. Is it worth driving all the way to London to sleep with *Nick, even though i know it will be completely average...he does have a six-pack though', (after which i advised her that no, it wasn't worth it and that a six-pack on a guy who is bad in bed is about as useful as a six-pack of beer that’s been opened and left in the sun for a week. Flat and totally unsatisfying)to 'i have had to cancel my riding lesson for today because my fanny is so sore from having sex with *Tom all night'. She followed up the latter message with a picture of the scratches she had left all over his back. And i am truly happy for her.

See that’s the thing about break-ups, they are completely situational. The amount of time you take to get over someone is not (contrary to popular belief)related to how in love with someone you are. The first time i broke up with my ex was in his first year of uni and my GCSE year (when, i might add all my best friends, being older than me, were also at uni). This fucking sucked. Having to sit at home and revise, knowing he was out there having the time of his life, was almost suicide inducing.

However, this time round, being on my year out, with about the same amount of responsibility as a newborn baby and having my best friends around me (who were also going through break-ups themselves) meant that closure came quickly and conveniently. As i comforted my friends and offered my advice ('you're better off without him', 'you're too young to be in a full on relationship') i began to taste my own medicine. Add a LOT of boozy, single ladies nights out to a number of successful one night stands and you have the perfect recipe to getting over it (note the use of the word 'successful'-for a disappointing sexual encounter could send you spiraling back into depression). This is where friends become even more essential in 1. Encouraging you to laugh at the situation and 2. making you get back on the saddle...and into the sack.

Never underestimate the value of your friends. I don't know what i would do without mine. And the thought of 5 months without them is enough to drive me mad. I do however, look forward to copious skanky emails detailing their continuation of those boozy nights out!!!