I was very bad tonight. Very bad. We went to the Springsteen show - it was me, my friend Lisa, my friend Frenchy and MB#1. We always go to a show together during every tour. And we were flirting around a lot, but that's how we are.
Anyway, afterwards, he dropped me off at my house and came in for a bit. And when he was getting ready to leave, we started kissing. A lot. He's just such a good kisser. And I know it was wrong and he knew it was wrong, but we have this pull towards each other. And we started fooling around a little bit, but stopped ourselves. But man, it was very hard to stop. We had to; it wasn't the right thing. I just wish our timing was better when we were dating.
And he knows my feelings on this subject and he felt bad. But I told him that I never stopped it either. It's so tempting to want to sleep with him. That was never one of our problems. But it sucks that we can't.
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