How I Met My Ex Girlfriend s Mother
The following story is a work of fiction and is not intended to be represent any persons living or dead. It was a hot, muggy summer night. I was bored out of my mind. There’s nothing worse than being 18 and having a ridiculously early curfew. Except maybe being 18 with an early curfew in a tourist town full of hot girls on vacation. If it wasn’t for my stupid curfew I could have been out on a date with one of six different girls I had meet that day alone. Working in a beach store meant I was...