5 : 3 5 P M





On the other hand, I don't want him to find me that attractive because then things might get, uh, strange. (I also don't want him to think that I spent any time even thinking about this stuff.)

Because let's face it, sleeping with Jeremy would be a disaster. There is no question that I would instantly be turned into a blithering, pathetic

wet noodle.

I want to look good, I want him to know I'm not sitting around getting fat eating chocolate and watching videos all day pining over him, I want him to feel like a complete moron for leaving.

I stand before my mirror and make a solemn vow:
I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH JEREMY TONIGHT