Girly stuff, the last installment (I swear!)
It was a perfect ending. Monday we couldn't stop touching. Tuesday there was nothing. Just a quick, awkward, good-bye hug. It was nice meeting you. All my worries were completely unfounded.
And I don't know if it ended so cleanly because his sweet-talk was just that, or because he went in and out of infatuation as quickly as I did. Maybe I was just another skanky club girl. I don't really care what the reason is. I got to spend a few days grinning and holding hands, being cute, being admired, and I got to leave it guilt-free.
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