“You, too,” I responded with a smile.
“And this,” Alex said after Madeline had left the store, “is why I don’t go out with you.”
Although what he’d said wasn’t surprising, it still hurt my feelings. The man I was sleeping with was ashamed to be seen with me. I knew this, but having the truth slap me in the face this way was depressing.
On the way back to Alex’s house, he made cracks about Madeline’s daughter and how he needed a divorcee and her two kids like he needed “a hole in the head.” Had I not still been pissed at him for taking me to Starbucks, I might have laughed along with him. Alex was a d**k and if Madeline’s daughter had any sense, she’d stay as far away from him as she could.
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I went to Alex’s house one night during a snowstorm simply because he’d called and told
