I resist the urge to place my hand on your knee whilst you're driving, out of instinct and routine, of course.<br/><br/>"One night stands? Well I'm sure you weren't short of those during the three years that we were together. Cut the crap, we're over now, so it doesn't matter. I know you cheated on me." I blurt out. This sounding like the same conversation that we had almost every night for the last 12 months that we were in a relationship.<br/><br/>After my unexpected blow-up it then clicks in my head what you said at the end of your last sentence.<br/><em>"I...don't know if I'm read for another relationship yet."</em><br/>I begin to wonder if that's because you're broken from me or whether you're just having fun with the groupies.<br/><br/>"May I ask<strong>why</strong>you're not ready for another relationship yet?" I ask as we pull up outside wherever you're taking me.