Complication

Shit.

Breaking up over dinner is never a good idea. Luckily it was done in the privacy of my own apartment. So much for trying to be nice and gentlemanly. Next time I need to break up with someone, it will be an SMS.

My theory is that the nicer you are in breaking up, the harder it is for the other person. This is because there is closure, the relationship is complete and you are obligated to be friends. But boys and girls can never be friends because of the whole dick and pussy thing. And once you have crossed that line, you can never go back.

However if you are an asshole about the whole breaking up thing, she has a REASON to be angry. As anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering, pain results. Pain is GOOD in breakups because then you don't get the tears, the midnight phone calls, the drunken phone calls, the jealousy, the stalking and the awkwardness. I rather have someone hating my guts then to try and be nice but end up being one hundred times worse like a loose tooth that you are too chicken shit to pull out.

Anyway, Kristy came over expecting to get a good fucking. Sporting black jumper and white pants (God I love white pants) she was dolled up to the max (but trying not to look like she made effort - very hard to do for a girl) she looked as good as the food I have cooked for her. This time around, she actually took interest in my paintings and photos and things around my house asking me all sorts of question like a 5 year old.

"This is BEAUTIFUL, you are a really good cook. And sexy when you were doing it too!" she said after dinner as she grabbed my hand and lead me to the couch.

I was at the fork in the road.

"Kristy"

She turned and smiled. Black hair and light eyes Kristy has. I noticed her eyes not as stunning as Christina's, but Kristy had a face that begs to be kissed. Like a small little kitten that you just have to go "awww" and pat it, I gave Kristy a light peck on the cheek. That was the start of my journey to the dark side.

Compliments + white pants + black hair + light eyes = lust for Michael x 10000

Another dirty, no-holds barred sex session followed. Lucky the walls in my apartment are pretty solid because otherwise the neighbours would have called the police suspecting a murder at my apartment.

Christina did not entered my mind ONCE during my time with Kristy. I felt bad that I didn't think of the girl I love dearly, but kind of good as I had Kristy laying exhausted in my bed. Could it be possible that I have developed feelings for Kristy? Afterall, she was the savour of my embargo.

As this cute little kitten was lying in my bed, I realised that the only thing I can do is to get Kristy and Christina together. I am determined to have my cake and eat it too. Threesome with Kristy and Christina I must have.

Readers have commented that I should just talk to Christina. I think we are running too close to danger by doing this, so I will talk to Kristy about threesomes, get her interested and excited and then convert Christina. What do you guys think?

Breaking up during dinner time might not be a good idea, but good ideas sometimes come out during dinner time.