cigarettes and garlic powder

I woke up today with the taste of last night's garlic powdered covered pizza in my mouth.  Curling up under the covers, not wanting to start the day, the smell of his cigarette lingered on me as well.  As I got up, desperate to rub this taste and these memories off of me, I glanced at my smudged mascara and flushed cheeks.  In the haze of my hung-over state, I had to smile. An interesting night with a random hot kiss, ending with a pizza and friends - all too reminiscent of my college days.

The only differences?  This isn't college and I have a boy who loves me waiting at home.

Never would have thought I would be 'that girl'.

Thanks to the ex-es for making me the commitment-phobe that I am.