muse

I had a date with my ex the other night. Twas absolutely innocent. Even my intentions were innocent.

This guy is all tattooed and goateed. He's not skinny. Not fat, mind you, but not skinny. He has the manners of a 12 year old--unpolished.

I was in my foxy business clothes.. short lacy skirt, highheels, expensive bag, low cut blouse, makeup. I was beautiful. In control. Funny.


But that night I remembered every reason I fell in love with him. He's funny. He's not bad looking (he's not much of a looker either though). He's fun. And most of all he's an AMAZING kisser.

Then the morning after, after having realized he hickey-ed my lips..... all the reasons why I hate him came rushing back at me. He's a jerk. He did not reply to my text, he claimed he was busy... ugh.

Sinong tanga?