Crap

I just remembered. I said I’d call. Crap. Crap. Crap. Damn these things I say at 4.30am. I should have just kept my mouth shut when I dropped her at her door. I really don’t want to call. I like my girls edgy, damaged with enough of a dark side to add some spice. She’s sweet, cute and totally wholesome. It would be like dating my aunt. I would have nothing to say. Crap.