California Dreaming

I can't wait to go back to New York, the hectic life of inconvenience. I've decided that I am completely not into Cali at all. I've outgrown this area and Cali in general. The nail in the coffin was going to a club at our local casino on Thursday. Everyone was so ghetto looking and the music was pure gangster rap, the kind that only gangsters dance to. I had lunch with my ex from high school and the lunch ended in him crying because he regrets that I am no longer in his life. As we were eating he started to cry in public. It was kind of awkward. He says that he loves me and will always love me. We haven't been together since 1999. We were really young, and I do believe he is sorry for what he did to me, but I kept telling him that it was a long time ago and that it doesn't matter anymore. I don't have any feelings for him at all, but I don't have the nerve to tell him that. I rarely think about him. While he was confessing, I kept thinking, why couldn't my most recent ex feel this way about me. I'm still in love with him, if it was only him that was still in love with me. Our lunch date ended with a rump in the sack. Might as well, sex with ex doesn't bring the numbers up. It wasn't all that though. Probably would have had more eventful sex by myself.