Your dating luck was just horrible. Your luck in general was horrible. Just about every bad thing that could happen to you, happened to you. Your last girlfriend cheated on you on your fifth anniversary. You still had the ring you were gonna give her. Somewhere in your apartment.

She was a friend of a friend of a friend. She was sweet. She was understanding. She was so pretty. There had to be some sort of catch. There was no way she was genuinely attracted to such a fuck up like you. No way.

The date had gone well. The two of you had more in common than you expected. A lot more.

She was laying next to you, naked, and on her stomach. The blankets covered her bare ass, leaving her naked back exposed as she slept on her chest. It didn't feel right at all. This didn't feel real.

You looked over to your night stand, seeing the two opened condom wrappers and the box next to your alarm clock. It was only four twenty-five. It was the weekend, so you were off, and so was she.

Rain pattered on the window as you turned back to her, absentmindedly stroking her hair.

Don't fuck this one up.