I hadn’t seen him in ten years. So I was surprised when he called me up and asked me out on a date.
Again.
The last time I had talked to him, it was more like a shouting match (I found out he was cheating on me the hard way). It wasn’t very pretty.
I should’ve said no. I should’ve told him to go where the sun doesn’t shine, but when I heard his voice, I melted like a Hersheys bar out on the sidewalk in the Texas Summer sun.
Ha!
I should’ve known.
Once a cheater, allways a cheater.