Save Your Liver; Skip This Post

If you're the guy who says he isn't reading this blog anymore, then stop now. The following will make you slightly anxious and queasy.

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You've been warned.

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OK then. Are you sure?

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I thought that tonight I might not sleep alone. I thought there might be someone to curl up behind me.

There was also the smart, responsible choice of sleeping alone. And that's what I'm stuck with.

I told him that I would ask him only once not to go. Please stay. He kept to the agreement we made, and moved toward the door. I didn't ask him again. He left.

Ooooh and I'm pissed. I'm hurt. I'm lonely. It's not what I want. Really really really. I wanted skin and sweaty temples and all the stuff that I seem to so keen on writing about but have sworn against in my emotional chaos. The pop of a hand on my ass. Jesus, I want that. A body pressed full-on against mine.

We had a full discussion. We both agreed. But I forfeit. I give up. I want take-backs, when it doesn't matter what I said before.

Tomorrow I'll wake up glad that my life is less complicated. I'll be relieved that this isn't something I need to worry about. I'll teach, and eat take-out, and pack my stuff.

But oh my god oh my god how I want that thing tonight.