Charge!

After the stunning realization that I am such a cliche by liking bad boys, I went shopping.

Hello, furry boots and puffy vest, it's time we meet.

But after that I went home-- my place was pitch black and it was barely after 8 PM. I took the dog for an abbreviated walk and returned weary.

I was tired; I was tired of wanting what I can't have and never being satisfied. I was tired of shopping when I'm down and I was tired of spending money. I was tired of Adam's ever-presence in my life: I was tired of his blog stalking and I was tired of making him out to be better for me than he really was.

I looked at my bed, shed all my clothes, and climbed under my goosedown comforter. It was a night for going to bed early. Kissing Bandit, however, had other plans.

He called and gave me his schedule to see when we could go out again. My choices were Thursday or Saturday. Under the blankets I chewed on my lip, debating whether or not I was going to let Grey's Anatomy dictate my social life for the second time.

"Er, Saturday would be better. I have plans on Thursday." And then before he could ask, "You know, yoga." Technically it was true.

"Okay, Saturday is fine," he paused. "This time let me make all the decisions."

I sat up in bed and leaned on my elbow, all of a sudden much more interested in the conversation. "Okay. What are we doing?"

"Just leave it to me. Be ready at seven and dress casually."

I don't know if he spoke to N or not, but he is stepping up and taking charge.

Me likey.