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9343, and it says, am I the asshole for having second thoughts about marrying my fiancé?

After a drunk comment. Not sure why I'm even here. Guess I'm still trying to process what my

27 male fiancé drunkenly admitted to me 30 female last night.

For context, my fiancé, who I'll refer to as Alex, and I have been together for just under two years

and got engaged in December. Everything has been a blast since the day we met, and we kept surprising

each other with just how awesome of a couple we

can be. Last night, we had a special date night for New Year's planned, where we dressed up like

bowlers from the 1970s, and bowled our asses off for a few frames, until we finally decided on a winner.

During the five games, we ended up drinking two of those beer towers, albeit seven beers each

altogether. He's not a big drinker, so he was a little more tipsy when we decided to call

it a night and head home. We live really close by, so we walked to and from the bowling alley

since I figured since we're going to be drinking. On that 15-minute walk home, he was doing the usual mushy, I love you, and other cute

little things he tells me while giggling.

Things took a bit of a turn when he started talking about how much he enjoys our sex.

He always told me that we have amazing sex and that he can't get enough.

But in his drunken state, he told me something different.

You're the third best I've ever had.

I stopped walking for a second and just stared at him in disbelief.

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