Letting myself go 1
I had already been separated from my last wife for several years. I lived in a small house, within the city but in a fairly discreet area. I used to go out a lot, almost every weekend, and most of the time I would come home with a stranger. I almost always met up with a friend and her boyfriend to go out for drinks, but I’m the kind of person who can’t go home until the sun comes up. Around three in the morning, they decided to leave, which I refused, but I couldn’t make them change their minds. So I told them to go on without me because I had an amazing blonde in my sights and I wasn’t going to let the chance slip away. Spoiler: In the end, the blonde ignored …