meghand

Okay, so my friend Jamie and I had our random drunken encounter of the semester. Every so often we get trashed, hit on each other, dance, flirt and then remember that I'm with someone. This time, I feel alright about it. I've gotten to the point where I can accept that we're just acting on hormones, and that we're both too sensible to take it any farther. This had the potential to be one of those "what might have been" relationships (Jamie asked me out two days after I started dating my fiancee), but after a few of these nights, I know I'd never date him. And since he's the only person I've been even remotely attracted to since Paul and I got together, I guess that brings me one step closer to growing up and setling down.

Paul, by the way, knows about all this stuff, and doesn't think any less of us for it. I wouldn't want anyone to think I'd lie to the boy. Not that this post is for anyone but me, really.