The morning after..
Still no remorse.. Looking back over the past year, it really was all about yesterday. All these hours killing myself at the gym, getting rid of the guy I used to be all came together in that parking lot. I know how callow and vain that makes me sound and I hate it, but if I am nothing else I am honest.

No I hadn't quite figured on 19, but the overall package of the guy was straight out of my "10" pages. Those pages of men stored away in that book in your head, the ones you fantasized about from the begining.. mine is really jambed. The whole scenario from yesterday was the answer to a thousand silent prayers uttered in my head every time I see a guy from those pages.. I can't quit grinning. The boy made my year.