"Who is this," I said.
After some cat and mouse (and not in fun way) I determined it was my ex, 21 (names changed to protect the protect the guilty, see the Cast of Characters page for more info).
21 was in the library at my college using the computer lab and noticed me in there. I didn't recognize the number because I deleted it a few months ago after a heated argument.
I met 21 at college a few years ago. I call him 21 because that was his age. At the time we met I was 28. I honestly never expected to have anything more with him than a good roll in the hay. But we remained friends for a few years. We got to be pretty close. He was my go-to person for relationship advice about men and I was the person he came to for advice about women. At the same time we had a pretty great sex life.
21 was sort of a player than he met this young lady and fell head over heels for her. He was romancing her and buying her gifts and taking her to meet his family, sadly none of the things he ever did with me. I got to be friends with his girlfriend. She was a really sweet girl, but it was difficult because I had feelings for him.
Because we were so close, 21 confided in me that as much as he loved his girlfriend he wasn't really happy with their sex life. He wanted us to hook up just one last time. I turned him down, but he asked if I'd be willing to agree if his girlfriend said it was ok. I agree because I knew there was no way in hell his girlfriend would agree to let me sleep with him.
I was wrong.
Not only did she agree to it, she told me over the phone that she was fine with it because she knew that I didn't have any feelings for him. We hooked up once. Then they broke up and we hooked up again. It was so good that we did it a few times before I started feeling guilty about it and stopped. They broke up again and we started sleeping together again, then they got back together, but this time I didn't stop sleeping with him.
We continued on for a while until my guilt got the best of me and I stopped seeing him. We remained friends, but he wanted to continue having a sexual relationship. I couldn't do it.
Enter Pretty Boy.
I met Pretty Boy and we began dating. I decided that I was going to try to be faithful to him. So once when 21 called to hook up, I turned him down. He got really angry and began calling me a fat slut. Saying that I've had sex with everyone in Atlanta and that men only dated me because I had money. (Where did he get that I had money I have no idea.)
I came back with some shots about him having a small penis and it got ugly. This was so out of character for me. I hate that it came to that, but I was really angry. (Plus I knew he had issues with his penis size, even though there really was nothing wrong with it.)
Fast forward to today and the phone call.
He said that he wanted to apologize and I said that I wasn't interested in that. Now I'm feeling kind of bad Like maybe I should at least consider it.
What do you think? Should I accept his apology? Or did I do the right thing?
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