Summary
Lonely, I messaged my cocky-as-hell ex-boyfriend.
Me: [Want to sleep together? Five hundred.]
He turned me down flat.
I thought he’d finally moved on.
Then I came across a post.
[What does it mean when your ex suddenly asks if you want to sleep with her?]
[She’s married with a kid. Dumped me three times.]
[I’m going to get my revenge. Make her wish she were dead!]
[Ha. I’m an educated man. You think I’d ever become someone’s dirty little secret?]
[I’m doing this at my own pace.]
And yet there he was, on top of me, tears pattering down.
“You horrible woman. I’ve been yours since high school. There was never anyone else. What about you? How many more have you slept with?”