Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Low hanging fruit


That was the hardest part, after opening up to you, making myself vulnerable, knowing all I was, was just another notch, another quick fix for you. After all, I was ripe for the picking, easy because I so hopeful and certain I'd find romance. I was just another divorced 40 something year old, sex-starved, wine and coffee drinking woman, too eager and naive to know any better. I was damaged goods, that much was evident, so what difference would it make if you swept in and got a little taste for yourself before quickly moving on? 

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