Le Sigh....
Ok so guess what I did? Actually don't...lets just assume if I want you to know you already know... and if I don't well it's been pretty damn hard to hide... So why is it my oh so loyal and mostly non-existent readers that I constantly fall for the wrong guy... that too perfect to be real calls you baby and wakes you up with a kiss at 4am James Dean wanna-be that is merely a booty call and has never even hinted that he wants more... why is it folks that to me this guy is irresistible? He's sexy and dangerous and silly and I want him to crawl into bed with me randomly on any given night at 4am... and I simply don't care that he's the wrong guy to be sleeping with for a number of reasons... Not that even in the euphemistic sense you could call what we do sleeping. I will respond to him whenever he messages and the unfortunate thing is that he knows this... and the really unfortunate thing is that I know this... It's not that I don't have appropriate options, guys who would make perfect boyfriends and say all the right things... in that too cheesy watched a chick flick read some chick lit sense...but they bore me they don't have fire and they don't make me want to do things that all my catholic upbringing tells me is sending me straight to hell... Bright-side: At least those sexy 4am guys will be joining me in hell... mmm kinky