I thought rule Number 1 of dating was NEVER visit your ex at his job? Well, my ex decided to come into my work tonight. I was in the bakery putting a dollop of whip cream on a Key Lime pie when I saw him in the reflection of the mirror. I pretended not to see him as I ran into the other room. I immediately BBM’d my co-worker saying , “Get over here into the B-Room now! Emergency!” My co-worker, Ronnie, delayed, thinking that I wanted him to sing Happy Birthday to one of the customers. So by the time he made his way over, my Ex was standing there looking at me. I acted surprised and said, “Hey, Yoooooooooooou.” As I walked up to him, I didn’t know whether or not to give him a hand shake or a hug. I said to him, “Well, this is awkward. Do I hug you?” as I leaned in for a hug. I figured that if you’d been inside a person (as in deep anal sex) that you might as well give a hug. So we hugged. I ended up agreeing to meeting up with him later that night. I brought Ronnie with me as back-up. When we met up, my Ex was all about me. He kept poking me in the side and winking. The reasons we were exes were as follows:
1) He had only been with 1 guy. And during their “courtship” they never had anal sex.
2) He was 33 and not comfortable with being gay. (Number 1 reflects that)
3) He was cheesy. He’d say things like “Well, it was a pleasure seeing you and I hope all the best for you tonight as you go out with your friends.”
On the other hand, he is fucking hot! His body is about as tight as a virgins pussy on prom night. I don’t know if it was the Maker’s Mark or loneliness, but I agreed to go out with him again. He called me tonight as I laid on my floor completely wasted, and he arranged a date later this week. Is the second time a charm? We’ll see.