Dating and other bad habits.

There, on his Facebook page, were the words “In A Relationship.”

I flash back to the flirty email chains. I think about meeting up for drinks and his hand planted firmly in the small of my back. The way he kept pulling me to him, how the curve of my body fit into the side of his as we stood there talking.  I remember his arm wrapped around my waist as he walked me to my car. I distinctly recall his tongue in mouth.

I did not really care one way or the other if I saw him again.

But now?

Well now I just feel bad for his girlfriend.