The Catherinette Chronicles

I’m wavering on my decision about not seeing 3D.  It’s not even been a week and I miss him like crazy.  Ugh, stupid weaknesses!!  The latest is that we’ve started communicating via email-he wants to talk on the phone, and I told him no.  He’s begging me for just one date. 

One date. 

What’s the harm in that?  Here’s the harm: I have zero self control when it comes to him.  I can’t resist that freckle on his lip and he knows it.  All he has to do is smile at me and I could melt right into him.    I know where this is heading and I know where I’ll wind up. 

One date will give me too much hope, and I’ll end up in tears and telling myself that I should have known better.  But for that one fleeting moment, where I’m reunited with that freckle, it’ll all be worth it. 

I know what my decision will be.  And I know that I’ll pay for making it.