The Virginity Monologues

Oh my gosh. Here are the temptations that I had to combat last night with Mr. Wrong: touching- constant and incessant, on my back, my arms, my ass and an occasional surreptitious boob-grab; hands- running through my hair, extoling the virtues of it's softness; at least a half hour discussion about how much he loves my ass; and the grande finale- as he bent down to grab something that had fallen under the table- he pushed my skirt up and bit me on the inside of my thigh (seriously). Oh and those arms! They were everywhere!

But guess what?

I went home alone.

Hardest thing I've ever done.

Labels: Mr. Wrong