I dont know.

I went over there last night, but I didn't do anything.

That was hard as hell, too. He looked so good and smelled even better. Times like this I hate my morality and high expectations of relationships. I'm like two seconds from giving up. Then he tells me his apartment isn't ready so he ain't leaving yet.

That was my only way outta this.

So I guess I've got to contend with the inner battle until he leaves. He still ain't my boyfriend, but it's no secret that I'd jump on him in with the quickness. I wish he wouldn't look at me. Or talk to me, because his voice is all grimy and sexy at the same time. I wish he'd get another job so he wouldn't look sexy in his work clothes.

I need help in a real way.