Bet

But of course we had to fight a little bit. That's also a thing with ex's, a must. This particular one was about how many bus stops it was from my place to his place. 4 he said with gusto. No way I replied, 9 at least. Eventually we shook hands on maximum 5 (his bet), and anything more than that would be my win. So we left the restaurant, walking to the bus stop (happened to be the same line) and guess what? 7 stops. If you'd include the one extra he makes me go every time he picks me up there it'd be 8. Easy win. Then a long discussion whether I could trade the 2 beers we bet on for one pina colada. Sometimes I think the things you'd have to go through to get laid...;)