I had horrible taste in women, and the older she got, the less sure she was about anything to do with men. It was an explosive mixture that was certain to result in a hot chemistry for about two weeks and an explosive rupture soon after. I was accused of toying with her emotions. I blamed her for the positive test for a nasty infection on her wandering ways.
The explosion happened at Paul’s party, and it spiced up a ho-hum evening with people taking bets, sides, and comparing it to other spicy breakups. Our host made the mistake of getting in the middle. I don’t remember who shoved who first, but we both lashed out at the interference.
We made a hasty exit, wound up at her place, and what can I say? It’s true, make up sex is incredible.
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Oh my…I had horrible taste in men.
Sigh, and I in women…luckily we grew out of that nonsense!
Chaos is for the young. It takes too much energy. You wrote a realistic story, Lou.
It plays out thousands of times a day.
I gotta agree with the premise. heheheh
Figured.