Maggie, I'm sorry.

A real gentleman would never have been in the situation I was in on Saturday night. I should have kissed you goodnight and left. I know you are an adult; I know you are strong-willed; but I also know you were drunk, and I am a heel for taking advantage of that. I continually surprise myself with how base I can be.

At the very least, when you told me about your man, I should have run for the door. I should have let things suffice where they stood. As I said to you, I never want to think of myself as the kind of man, hell, the kind of PERSON who would ever get in the middle of something like that. But good Christ, your lips, your face, your body are persuasive in the extreme. I can still feel your lips on mine, can still taste the champagne and cigarette smoke, your sweet cloying gum scent. I can still feel your stong arms go around me, your hips press against mine. I can feel your hair in my hands.

I promised you that I would be discreet and I would allow last night to remain last night, but I want you to know that the memories I have will travel with me for many miles. I'm a wreck today from only four hours of sleep, and although last night WILL remain last night, you said and did things that have effected me. I cannot pretend to be someone I'm not, and the someone I AM will not let me let go. So know that yes, your body made quite an impression on me, but so did your mind. It was a pleasure to spend the night with you, the WHOLE night, not just the part that is currently driving me mad.

So, I AM sorry. But I swear I wouldn't change a thing.
posted by Michael at 8:34 PM [edit]