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As many of you may already know my birthday just past. Well about a week before my b-day my ex (who I almost married and have mentioned before, the one with several clinically diagnosed mental and physical disorders) called me. She told me she wanted to take me out for drinks and has a card for me. She’s moving to Cali. ( I’m not telling any of you dogs where so fuck yourselves) after X-mas and said she really wanted to see me. Well I figured I did spend more time with this girl in a relationship that any other since, and she was my first love so the civil thing to do is acceptt. With that beig said, I went out for drinks with her last night. At first things were about as comfortable as comfortable as a 1 cc of IP tren in the traps. She kept saying don’t be mean, you’re such an asshole. Then I realized maybe my gaurd was a little too up. So I lightened up. Well before you know it we’re talking about the past, present, and future, then back to the past. As if I even have to say where this is gonna go For the next half an hour at that bar and then the next hour at the next bar we talked about what we both agreed we did best together. Things like “remember the time I blindfolded you, tied your arms behind your back, and gave you a lapdance, and dripped hot candlewax all over you”. Honestly, I tried to hold my composure but might have shown my hand a bit. Well her brother was at the next bar so luckily the potential fuckbomb that was about to explode was diffused. After the bar we wen to the dinner to eat and she lit the fuse back up with telling me how she’d like to see me naked now that I’m 3 years older and probably about 40 lbs of lbm. bigger. Then she started talking about wanting to see “stanley”. CHECK PLEASE! The ride back to my house was sort of uncomfortable and when she pulled into my driveway I knew she wanted me to invite her in. I wanted it too at the time but instead of asking I said “You want me to invite you in don’t you” (with a dickish grin)
she then came up with the moral deffense of how long she made me wait when we were dating. By the time I got into my bed I had 2 new text messages. What a surprise. Now I know this ? has come up before but not quite like this. I woke up this mornig sober and had doubts to say the least. She’s gonna leave in 2 weeks. SO to hit it or not not hit it, that is the question.