I went on a date, with an ‘older man’, thirty three years is about as close to the grave as I get. Sweet and intelligent, we laughed for hours and you bought me a drink or two. At the end of the night we walked so that you could get a taxi. You didn’t kiss me then you left. I went to find friends and crossed you off the list and then you text me. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t been entirely truthful. I live with my ex. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to take you home, but I couldnt. I am rubbish. I am sorry for being a sap and having no nerve”.
Whatever.
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