I don't want to do this, but I'm realizing that I cannot help it.
I find myself falling for New Boo again.
Last night was especially crazy.
He walked into my room and immediately began putting my fan together. After that, he checked my cable to see what was wrong and diagnosed the problem. Then he poured me a drink and we talked. Nothing major, but he asked me about my trip. The conversation wasn't anything earth shattering, but it was us.
After all that, we got busy. It was wild and kinda rough, but never too much. When he finished, he tried to leave. I would've let him, but I was tipsy, too. Next thing you know, I'm texting him to come back. He was drunker than he thought he was, and he came back. The lovemaking that ensued was even more insane.
This time, he spent the night. No sex in the morning, but the damage was done.
To be fair, it's not New Boo's fault. It is not. I am completely to blame for this episode of my heartbreak. Totally.
I can't blame My Teddy Bear for this, either. Of course, one could argue that if he was a little more alpha male and a little less Ralph Tresvant, I wouldn't have felt the need to seek comfort elsewhere. Again, though...NOT his fault.
Nope. When this chapter of my life is written, I will be the author. Whatever accomplishments or mistakes I make, they are mine and I will not blame anyone else.
I find myself falling for New Boo again.
Last night was especially crazy.
He walked into my room and immediately began putting my fan together. After that, he checked my cable to see what was wrong and diagnosed the problem. Then he poured me a drink and we talked. Nothing major, but he asked me about my trip. The conversation wasn't anything earth shattering, but it was us.
After all that, we got busy. It was wild and kinda rough, but never too much. When he finished, he tried to leave. I would've let him, but I was tipsy, too. Next thing you know, I'm texting him to come back. He was drunker than he thought he was, and he came back. The lovemaking that ensued was even more insane.
This time, he spent the night. No sex in the morning, but the damage was done.
To be fair, it's not New Boo's fault. It is not. I am completely to blame for this episode of my heartbreak. Totally.
I can't blame My Teddy Bear for this, either. Of course, one could argue that if he was a little more alpha male and a little less Ralph Tresvant, I wouldn't have felt the need to seek comfort elsewhere. Again, though...NOT his fault.
Nope. When this chapter of my life is written, I will be the author. Whatever accomplishments or mistakes I make, they are mine and I will not blame anyone else.
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