We met at a bar on 2nd Street in Long Beach, and in the course of a few hours, I blew it. We'd had a couple drinks too many and were making out when I began questioning his intentions. Between soft kisses, he tried to reassure me that he liked me and wanted something serious, but I didn't believe him. "Sure, that's what they all say..." The more he said it, the less I believed him. I left him standing alone and confused inside a crowded bar.

Source: Los Angeles Times January 26, 2018 20:33 UTC