and in walked drama...

i let shakespeare (william, the king of drama) call me last night, and he got me all twisted around. i've been a good girl for the past month, because i knew that the "other woman guilt" would eat me alive if i played with him again. and then he called... and we talked about his upcoming blues tour... and he said all the right things... and all of a sudden i was willing to throw away all of the good girl stuff for a night of blues music in a smoky club and a person to share my bed, somebody to hold me through the night. the whole scenario would have been perfect for me... minus the fact that he has a girlfriend. did i go to the club? after much debate (ask erin), no. did i let him come over? despite a night of tossing and turning, no. keeping him out of my bed (this time) was probably one of the smartest moves i've made so far. so why does it suck so much?