I'm not the girl I used to be

Dan came back from New York on Thursday. We had a few hot fucks and he was elated that I am cured of my kleptomania. But now he is restless. He wanted me to go out with him last night to some erotic party and sleep with some pretty young girl.

I don’t want to go. I’m perfectly happy to just stay in and watch a movie.

In the end, we agree that he would go by himself.

This morning, as I watched him over breakfast, I could tell something had changed. He doesn’t like me much any more. The woman who had an anything goes attitude to sex has become dull, boring.

“How was your night?” I ask, scalding my tongue on the coffee.

“Exhausting, you know. There was one woman in particular. I watched her take on two men and a woman at the same time. She just loved it.”

I know what he is thinking. She is everything you used to be.

Don’t say it Dan.

Just don’t.