You Dropped the Bomb on Me, Part II

When last we left our chunky heroine, she had a rather persistent man begging her to come to bed. She was torn between a rock and a hard place (pun intended).

Will she cheat on The Gingerman? Will she pull the covers over her head and swear to be the crazy cat lady forever? Will she go to TRC's house and pull a Lorena Bobbitt?

Let's find out:

Me: And you promise to not let me be late for work?

TRC: I promise. Scout's honor.

Me: ...Well.......I just don't think I should.

TRC: You know it would just be two friends hanging out. Nothing has to happen.

Me: *Silence*

TRC: Well...

Me: No. I just can't.

TRC: Okay. That's cool.

After sending my "goodnight" message, I couldn't get the possibilities out of my head. What if we could have one night and just be two friends hanging out? Can't men and women just be friends? I'm alone, I'm upset and need a friend.

I jump out of bed. I throw on my jeans. Brush my teeth. Grab my keys. In less than ten minutes I am out the door.

Twenty minutes later I am parked across from his house. I can't bring myself to pull in the driveway. We've been up and down so many times in the past. Do I really want to open myself to this kind of yo-yo effect again? And then, like a mallet to my chest, that night so long ago and his words come rushing back.

"You're nothing to consider"

Twenty minutes later I was home. My heart, safe.