Girl's Column: Violet de Capote Interne

This week, my new housemate made me consider my attitude towards ex-flings, or rather my total disregard of ex flings, by essentially forgetting that they ever existed by deleting them from my life. Everything, I mean everything, emails, texts, contact numbers, I may even de-tag myself from any joint Facebook pictures if necessary.

I don’t really see the point in maintaining half-hearted friendships with people you discovered are crazy/intensely irritating/sleeping with half of East London. It seems a whole lot easier to avoid the awkward situation and not be reminded of the fact that things didn’t go well.

My housemate wasn’t too concerned about the healthy deleting action, but her problem was my assertion that I’d actually pretend not to know some of the guys I’ve dated so as to avoid chatting to them but also to disassociate myself from them entirely.

I guess, thinking about it, it would probably be impractical and improbable. For instance, how would you keep a straight face when you know you obviously do know them, intimately? Probably even more of a challenge when your friends who’ve also met them are around, too. You’d basically have to get everyone you know to agree to pretend not to know your ex-flings on command…

Being a master project manager, I’m sure this is possible, but it’s a complete waste of your time, especially after you’ve made all those healthy moves to delete a bad man from your bed/life.

I agreed, for a change, that I’m being really childish. Avoid, delete, do not contact - all fine. Complete rudeness in public place - complicated and too much hard work, a bit like the guy you finished with in the first place…