There's this girl who I dated back in my Sophmore year name Kathrine. She had red hair, a beautiful body and a great smile. We were great together until I found out she had had sex twice before me, and that she told me I was her first.
So, apparently, she's missed me a lot, and I've moved on. She just called me up:
"Hey Alex"
"Oh, hey Kathrine"
"There's something I need to tell you."
"Go ahead"
"I-I really like you a lot, and I miss you so much. I may even love you, Alex. Please, can we get back together?"
"Hold on"
I sat and thought for a while. Kathrine was the prettiest girl I'd ever dated. She was the one I lost my v-card to, and she went everywhere with me.
Then again, she was a whore.
"I love you too Kathrine"
"REALLY?! So you'll get back with me?"
"When did I ever say that?"
Then I hung up.
Did I do the right thing?