Help me! For the love of all that's holy...Matty has called me four times since the last call. And he left another message--somewhat incoherent (aww he thinks so much of me when he's drunk- uh yeah right!) That said something like, "Stranger it's been a long time. I don't know if you're still interested, but I am. Maybe I'll just stop by and knock on your door." I'll admit, I did change the sheets. I did take a shower but I stopped short. I put the razor down and thought to myself, "Maybe I want to do this, but maybe I don't." Let's just hope that he doesn't come a knockin' because I don't know if I have that kind of willpower.

Just say it with me, my mantra to keep my panties on--Derek, Derek, Derek...wait, that man isn't interested in me...and Matty's only interested in one part of me (although at one time he was interested in more...).

Oh and I just saw my ass in the mirror and it's not looking as cute as it did, say a week ago. I think I know where all the Molson Goldens have been going ;) I'm staying at the gym for hours tomorrow...then maybe I'll call Matty.