The Story.

This is what happened. I took his hand as he led me to his lair…the entrance to his bedroom--dark, foreign, highly erotic: the bedlam of Hades. He in this case was not my boyfriend; therefore, that makes me a slut, a cheater, a bitch and a coward for doing such a demoralizing, irrational act. What was stupid was that my actions was not based on lust—no, just plain stupidity. It was my unfortunate luck to get caught in mid-act; henceforth, I really shouldn’t be whining about the predicament that I am in. So that’s it. The rest is history, or more like my former relationship is history. What was ironic about that particular Monday morning was that I specifically booked a day-off so that I could spend quality time with this former boy-toy, but at the end of the day, my disloyal actions resulted in terminating my relationship….and this fact just continually drives me up the wall. So yeah this is what happened…nothing exciting…nothing to get your panty in a knot—the Chaos Theory: just a bunch of misguided, sinful, immoral actions on my part.