Recently, I was meeting my current guy for what I thought was a romantic evening together. Instead, it was a menage a trois. You can imagine my dismay. Let me explain what happened. I arrived in an almost quaint but at least small Texas town where he had checked in to one of the few hotels. We proceeded to express our longing for each other in a not as intimate as I would have liked way, when he kissed his own arm. That's when I knew I wasn't there for an intimate, romantic evening with a sweet and charming man but I was there for a threesome with a schmuck, his ego and me. That was a first and I certainly hope the last.
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