We were quick witted and quirky (in a lame way).
We shared a large Coke slushy spiked with cheap whiskey.
We were in love in another life
and we were gods in that past life.
I tried to make it something it wasn't.
We have boring dates.
We sit in your Uptown apartment and carry on boring conversations.
We have amazing sex
and. it. is. so. fucking. boring.
I'm easily bored, just text me back.
We tried too hard to impress each other.
We ignored minor responsibilities.
We were horny & lonely
I was out of my league.
We watched that big hockey game together.
We drank tequila, wine, & hard cider.
We started to kiss
and then I blacked out.
I think that's called rape, technically speaking.
We shared a good night together.
We pretended we were interested in the movie I put on.
We had kinky sex
and you have a big dick.
I used you.
I still think I love you.
I invited you over, you owed me tacos.
I gave you genuine attention
but I came on too strong.
We should have at least fucked, geez.