Mr Big???

Okay so my roommate just brought something to my attention... Detroit, is Mr Big, but instead of a wife, uppereast side apartment and Armani suit, Detroit comes with ripped jeans, ripped muscles and a dog he treats like a wife... hey I love the bitch too.

Me and Detroit started talking again, well I started talking to him, he started with I am mad at you don't talk to me, I am like be my friend... in the end we have sex... yeah I missed a few parts, but what went from a heated I hate you argument, ended up with naughty text messages leading to his pad at 12am. When I got there I came across something a lil different then the last rendezvous. Think Aidan 3rd season, then the again in the 5th when he came back revamped... I have no idea what happened, but Detroit got ripped in a matter of weeks, I tell you, if milk does a body good one gallon over here please! In one minute he is telling me to stop texting him, in the second he cannot stop thinking about me, in the third... I start seducing. The magnet is fully charged again... I wonder how long until we repel? Long story short I head over there and see him and am in shock. We get into ritual, talking and hanging out like old pals, like nothing bad happened, like we are fine... It makes me like him more honestly, makes me more drawn to him, his personality, face to face, is great. I am in the same boat I am always in when it comes to him, I just hope he is a long for the ride. What was at one moments lazy conversation while laying out and enjoying a smoke, turned into something much hotter, something steamy. yeah sex... I said it. Just being near him I notice the difference, his arms... his arms is all I can say, there is a difference this time, it must be his strength. During... for a sec he completely grabbed me and I thought I might go mad it was so hot. Not to turn this into porn, in another direction,we are back on and as complicated, crazy confusing, bad for me this is, I am just going to have to take Detroit with all the side affects, cuz until we fall out again, I am in it full swing.

It is sad when you know something is bad for you but you cannot stop... The apple pies from McDonald's, Milk Shakes, Credit Cards and talking too much on your cell phone(it causes cancer or something) and bad men... oh and drugs... funny how things can go hand and hand... on one hand you know someone is not good, but really what makes it so bad? Maybe I am going about it all wrong maybe I should just go with the flow... I swear though if he leaves the country and comes back with some straight-haired wasp I am going to kick ass! (and get the hell out of this)