So here I sit in an Internet cafe, waiting out my beverage. I have a cappicino I haven't quite finished. Normally I never need to use a public connection, but this weekend I'm working without my laptop. The only reason I even stopped in here was to check my email. I got a message 2 days ago from my temptation. She said she was back in town and wanted me to come by the club the next night. She hasn't called me again on the phone. I emailed her back saying I couldn't, but that maybe tonight or Saturday would work. Silence. For the last two days I haven't heard a word back. I called her, but got her message taker. I left my number.
So here I sit....with the guilt sitting hard on my chest from what I'm about to do. I told hell I was working late. And I did, just not as late as expected. If going to the club is the only way I get to see my temptation, then this is the last time. If she was serious about what she said the last time I saw her, then I'll see her outside the club. But I can't become a bigger fool than I already am. If that's possible.
I'm done my drink. Nothing left but foam that takes too long to slide to the lip of the mug. Here I go...I hope she's there...or maybe I don't?
Sometimes I hate being a man.
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