Here We Go Again

It makes sense that when you're in pain, and you want that pain to stop, you go right to the source.
And you have sex with him.
Or at least that seems to be the way that P.O. and I deal with our pain.
Of course, this behavior leads to what I call The Merry Go Round Break-up. That's when you break up, you're miserable and it feels like you're dying and you can't stand another minute of suffering, and to ease the pain, you have sex with your ex. Then after the sex, you forget about why you were breaking up in the first place and you start hanging out again.
It's not exactly revolutionary, but it is stupid. And if there's one thing I love, it's stupid.
We haven't actually done it yet, but P.O. and I have gone from not speaking, to texting, to e-mailing, and then today he called me.
Last night he wanted me to come over wearing just a black trench coat. And if I wouldn't have already had plans and my period, I probably would have. I know that for me, nothing takes my mind off pain like a night of hot, dirty sex. And that's exactly what I could have with P.O. Because even when everything else in our relationship sucked, the sex was always top notch.
So I guess we'll see what happens tonight. I have no plans and I would love to get some ass, so that sounds to me like a recipe for disaster.