I confess that I am going on a date with an ex next week.
Not just any ex though, a fucking mentally deranged ex; who used to to stalk me and who one time climbed through my open living room window at 2am having cycled 6 miles from her house in the hope that she might 'bump into me'.
She IS very cute, her brain isn't, but her face IS, and I confess that 90% of the reason that I am going on a date is in the hope that we might kiss as I haven'tkissed a girl in a while. Male chauvenist (sp?) maybe, but fuck it.
I confess that I am going on a date with an ex next week.
Not just any ex though, a fucking mentally deranged ex; who used to to stalk me and who one time climbed through my open living room window at 2am having cycled 6 miles from her house in the hope that she might 'bump into me'.
She IS very cute, her brain isn't, but her face IS, and I confess that 90% of the reason that I am going on a date is in the hope that we might kiss as I haven'tkissed a girl in a while. Male chauvenist (sp?) maybe, but fuck it.
Confession over.