I should not have slept with Martine. Maybe I lost what would have otherwise been a good friendship; But I never could have known anyway. Our relationship had been far to sexually charged to have been anything else. Was it a worth while trade off? I don't mean sleeping with him of course. I was referring to the elimination of all the grey areas, the sexual innuendo that was incredibly fun but at the same time none too bearable.
At any rate, he had far more to lose then I did, so it's definitely up to him to decide whether he'd like to stay friends. But hell, by the time I free up and have any time to want to do anything with him at all, it'll be Christmas.
Oh, I so can't want for Christmas.
This is how I feel:
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