It’s Stupid to Be a Chameleon Dater

Why I did it anyway

Photo by Alesia Kazantceva on Unsplash

In five hours, my ex-boyfriend will stop by, dropping off things that I left at his house. The snowboarding helmet he helped me pick out so I could go snowboarding with him. The gaiters that kept snow out of my socks when I accompanied him on his winter orienteering trips. The spare toiletries I left at his place because we spent our time together there.