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When An Ex Texts!

As I celebrate the second-year anniversary of my blog 'One Tart Too Many' this month, I want to pay tribute to ex-boyfriends the world over who provide us with much entertainment in the form of varied post-break up text messages; you lighten brunch, coffee and crack us up when screen shots of such conversation are shared on WhatsApp groups!

If I had my way, ex-boyfriends would be banished into some far away land without Wi-Fi, electricity and would only have cacti to snack on.
Some messages are quite sad, whilst some others have us laughing so hard and it is only by use of gestures we ask the 'sharer' to stop! I was watching The Simpsons last Friday night (sad!), and I started to wonder if there could more reasons why our former partners reach out to us weeks, months, or sometimes years after the conclusion of a relationship.
Oh, what I would give to spend a day inside a man's mind - somewhere racked away amongst nudes of adult actress Sunny Leone, scores of games…

It's A Date Then?

Purely for my amusement, I Googled the word 'Date' - It's been so long since I've had one, I just had to be sure I was on par with the rest of the world. I couldn't help but snigger when I saw this definition: "A Date : The one thing you can't get if you're on this website", but what captured my attention the most was this, and it was by far the most profound definition I have come across and also forms the basis of what I believe in, offered by user 'kyopo82' (27 August, 2006) on Urban Dictionary ,"A lost art, virtually nonexistent in the 21st Century. Replaced by casual meetings for lunch or coffee where the bill is dutch and parties wear jeans".

It's a sad world, isn't it?

For the last eleven plus years that I have been dating, with and without the parental unit’s knowledge, I have not been on one that sums up what I defined as a 'date' in my dreamy teens.

My years of dating have not served justice for the ma…