Straight No Chaser

Cherry

"with you," he said, "i find myself constantly rethinking my decision."

that sounded so sweet at the time. felt like such a high compliment. it made me feel potent and sexy, a powerful temptress with magic parts.

i can't remember why it didn't make me want to barf then. it does now. especially when i consider that his policies haven't changed otherwise, that he's still got the same high standards for the future missus. i said no twice, maybe three times (unclear who was propositioning whom, the third time). it may or may not work that way forever. but i'm glad i did.

anyway, that is a disgusting (and, i'm sure, inaccurate) image. and always accompanied, at least in my mind, by an equally disgusting, sort of sickly popping noise. pop.

yuck. romance has no place among the physicalities of love.