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It Was Only A Kiss, How'd It End Up Like This?



Last week was an interesting one, it was a Tuesday night and after a long day I was relaxing with some much deserved wine and responding to messages that I had been ignoring all day.

One of those messages was from an ex that I had began talking to regularly. We had both heen drinking and having a pretty good conversation. A few glasses later  we made plans to meet this weekend to reconnect and drink some more.

Once the wine was done and I sobered up, I realized I just made plans to have a man I hadnt seen in years to stay the weekend with me.  I didn't know if it was a good or bad thing to invite such an ex back in to my life. By now I was over the heart break and really just needed the companionship. Sometimes it's good to have some one that knows you with you.

I never really expressed my doubts to him I didnt need him to convince me too let him come, it was my choice.  I could just tell him not to, if I didnt want him to. Never the less I had no plans this weekend so I put my doubts to the side and let him come.

That night I sat on the couch and waited, not knowing what to expect. Then my phone rang, it was him letting me know he was down stairs. My heart pounded as I buzzed him in and fixed my hair. I opened the door and there he was, with a devilish grin and a bottle of wine and liquor in each hand. We greeted each other and I let him in. It was awkward at first. We did the usual small talk banter "how have you been?" "how was the drive?" Yaddi yadda yadda...

We began to drink and relax, soon we were talking as if were close friends. A laugh turned into a hug, a turned to a kiss, then a flurry of clothes fell to the floor, before I knew it we were in bed...

I woke up in the middle of the night groggy and confused. I look over to my left and see a man laying by me. I was so drunk that I didnt remember I actually knew this guy.  It took me a few moments to realize where I was and who he was. I couldn't remember hardly anything from the night other than a make out session and this...

While the sex I guess was worth it, the after math isn't. A night of passion now has me with a phone full of text messages referring to me as 'sweetheart' and taking plan b because...well like I said I can't remember that night and I didnt want to take any chances.

Drink responsibly kids...

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