“Guess I’m used to guys who constantly try to hump my leg. Fuck me about, leave me hanging, and screw my so-called mates when they don’t get what they want.” I shrug this time and go back to torturing my food with my spoon. Complacent about my dating past and not feeling anything about any of the scumbags who never deserved me anyway.

“None of that is ever going to happen with me. We have always been honest with each other. I might occasionally hump you, though, when I get ...