May 26, 2003
She told me that when she stayed at his house while he was on vacation, she used his computer for something and saw in its history that he'd been viewing porn so disgusting that she couldn't even tell me about it. I feigned shock. Disgust. Gently pressed for details, but she wouldn't oblige. I wanted to know what this guy, an ex-"lover" of mine, was looking at on the internet, so I could kick myself in the ass for not exploring and indulging our options more fully and disgustingly when we had the opportunity. I want another chance. Now.