30 Something

So my ex called me on Sat morning to ask to borrow my truck. I told him that I needed to leave to go out of town at 4. He came to pick up my truck and told me that he would be back in an hour. The hour turned into 3 hours. So instead of leaving town at 3, I left at 4:30 even though I did tell him that I was leaving at 4. However, I figured that an hour would be an hour and not three. Anyway, when he dropped my keys off he saw that I had my overnight bags and inquired where I was going. I told him that I had a date to the prom that I was chaperoning. After a few other words he grabs me and starts to kiss me. We were stumbling all over everywhere, bumping into peoples doors and everything. It was so passionate. After realizing one of my neighbors was spying on us we decided to take it back upstairs for a really good roll in the hay. Man, he rocked my world. The worst part is that he was telling me he loved me the whole time. Man, I wanted to scream...well I was screaming, but I wanted to screaming majorly because he was telling me that he loved me. WTF? What is wrong with him? He doesn't want to get back together, but he says he still loves me. That is so wrong on so many levels.

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