After coming out of a long, and in the end boring relationship, I met a guy one night who was everything my ex wasn’t. We started seeing each other but I knew he was bad news. You know, what they say, treat them mean, keep them keen. Silly me. My friends kept telling me but I wouldn’t listen. The night we were at a bar (together) and he hooked up with another girl (and took her home) I finally got the picture. Arrivederci douche bag.
