So, I gave into you tonight, but don’t think I’ll return your cryptic text messages over the long autumn and winter months.
I remember what you did to me during the summer of 2008. Luring me to your flourescent sign like a moth to a lamp. You made my hips wider and my paunch grew enormous. It was all your fault. How could I forget?
Yet, I have an attraction to you that I can never overcome. Even Elaine the Weight Watchers Coach could not prevent me from sneaking out to our late night parking lot rendezvous.