I totally fucked up last night.
But granted, I didn't mean to. I just couldn't quite get those words out, I was having such a great time. I was caught up in the moment.
So when I agreed to go on a date with the intoxicatingly delicious Welshman, I did so with an element of dishonesty. You see, I hadn't quite gotten around to telling him about an impending move.
In 3 weeks.
I had the opportunity, I had the means... I struggled with the morality of it.
Should I tell him? Should I not tell him? Thinking back now, yes. I should have bloody told him. But I didn't. I got lost.
Because I wanted to meet him. Because truthfully, I wanted him.
Because we didn't stop talking all night and I couldn't take my eyes off him.
I should have just been honest, when I first met him a month ago. Instead of laying it at his feet at the end of a great evening.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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and then what happened?
Oh come on.... the rest of the story please!
I promise I will send the second installment after I have stopped kicking myself...
Well.. stop kicking yourself already.. you're killin' me here.. besides, don't kick yourself too much - you deserve some fun before you leave.. If he doesn't understand.. um.. well.. he'll get over it.
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