- We dated when I was 16 and he was 19, and he got arrested and sent to prison. He now looked like a hardened criminal, with the shaved head, muscles and tattoos. He told me about the hard time he had and how he fought to survive. He said it's been a long time since he had seen a woman and he was sure happy to see me and hear my voice. I giggled in flattery and he put his arm around me and tickled my waist. I fell down that slippery slope of being attracted to the bad boy once more, he came behind he and put his arms around me and spun me and I couldn't stop laughing. He pushed me into the water and went in too. My shirt flew up and I felt his hands on my exposed belly. I caught myself, took his hands off my belly and said "I'm sorry I have to go". I pulled my shirt down and felt a bit ashamed. I'm supposed to be looking for better guys now, not ex cons.
Girls, I ran into my ex on the beach?
