the other girls

Diary,

That’s the way my night went. He fucked me like he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, he didn’t freak out when I fell asleep. He was sweet in the morning. He didn’t make me breakfast or anything but after we had sex, he offered to get me a cab back to my place. He said, “we should do this again sometime” but all guys say that. Besides, I have a boyfriend.

 I’m sure he has plenty of girls who would be upset to hear him say he’s single—worse still, to know he just had sex with me. I wonder if he’s tender with all of them. People are born with certain talents; maybe his talent is fucking?

It’s not like I want to leave Ryan, I just want to be around someone who acknowledges that I exist. Someone who is happy to be near me...is that too much to ask

XO,

Eve