The Ex.

The true tales of our Bareback Cowgirl’s steamy life behind the barn.

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She bumps into Bryce Baddy while she’s rushing along Bloor St. like she’s someone important. He hollers at her and she stops mid-step as her heart jumps into her throat. An ex. Or something like that. Their on-and-off relationship with each other was never clearly defined. He bursts out of the coffee shop he works in, looking like he was cast to play the heart-breaking coffee-grinder with ripped jeans, vintage t-shirt and three days of facial scruff. He runs up to her and kisses her on the cheek.

She shuffles through his small talk, staring bug-eyed at his face full of photographic intrigue and lips worth slobbering on. After realizing she hasn’t blinked at him in over a minute, she makes an excuse for escape, scurries away, and leaves that potential train-wreck alone. Who knows what trouble she’d manage to get herself in. Besides. She is still dating someone. She thinks.

What’s odd is that Mr. Carlton also lives in that area, and if she were to bump into anyone, she would’ve thought it’d be him. So you can imagine her utmost confusion when the universe decided to throw Mr. Baddy into the picture instead – popping back into her life like a bad 90’s song that sad to say, you still know the lyrics to.

Speed walking away from him, she calculates the likelihood of bumping into him again. He works at Yonge and Bloor. She works at Yonge and Bloor. Her insides groan at the idea of this all happening again; him reappearing back in her life like he and his lips never went anywhere to begin with. More kisses on her cheek as if he’d just done it last night.

At this moment, she makes a decision: She will befriend the un-befriendable. A terrible decision based on her track record with these sorts of interactions, but she vows to herself to return the next day, to smooth over awkward reunions and initiate some mundanely average conversation.

Following through with this decision, the next day she finds a much more composed version of herself sitting across from Mr. Baddy outside the café he works in drinking a free latte he made for her with a heart etched into the foam. Despite the symbolic heart slamming into her face every time she takes a sip, it’s all very conserved and polite, and for a brief moment, she excites herself with the idea that she might be able to pull this friendship thing off. All until he says it.

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“I really want to have the option to r- … No, I shouldn’t say that”

“Want the option to what?” Her curiosity will always get the better of her.

“I really want to have the option to ravage your body right now. If I could just have one night, one night to…”

“Okay.” Her libido will always get the better of her.

“What? …Really?” She feels like this shouldn’t be of surprise to him. She’s not even sure if he ever fell out of love with her.

With that, a customer approaches and he has to go make coffee, but before he does, he touches her back whispering, “I’ll let you know” into her ear.

–Bareback Cowgirl.