I’ve always been in relationships.
The longest one was eight years, so when that ended you could say I was sexually curious…
So I did what any insecure, cheated on woman would do.
It started off with getting drunk and sleeping around, sometimes with guys in the same friend circle.
Try not to judge me.
My ex told me I was turning into a slag—but what even is that? I love
“May I?”I look up from examining my wine glass to see a man gazing at me with eyes that seemed to be undressing me. Hazel, with flecks of gold. A present I’d like to unwrap on Christmas Day, that’s for sure.He’s indicating towards the empty seat beside me, and I shrug my shoulders.“Of course.”So he did.Easing himself onto the stool, he drags it closer to me as he nods at the bartender.“Whiskey and coke, and another white wine for this one.”&ldq