Recently, I was visiting an ex-boyfriend with whom I am still close friends. I spent a few hours there before I had to leave. It was lovely to see him again and to catch up. The day after I visited him, he called me up to tell me I forgot something. When he told me I left the renewal stickers for my license plates, I realized how funny it is that I left something so benign and boring.
I did not leave anything vital or scandalous. There was no dramatic story about me visiting an ex and leaving something that got me into trouble with a new girlfriend or that would make him think I did it on purpose. I have no intention of pursuing him again or anything, but I had to ask myself why I cannot even make a visit to a hot ex-boyfriend into a good story even by stretching the truth. How sad!
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