Angelena says, "Oh, what a tangled web we weave."

I know I’m working too hard when my social life takes a complete nosedive and the only men I’m able to fantasize about are ones that I can’t have. These include old crushes that provide nothing but heartbreak and guys I work with.

The Suit called to tell me he was visiting my side of town with his friends. “Do you want to come and hang out?” he asked. In spite of feeling tired, I said I would go.

When we met up, he looked cuter than I remembered and I suddenly felt energized. The last time I saw the Suit he was tangled in my sheets, laughing at the fact that he almost broke my bed frame from fucking me too hard. Those were the days! Talking to him made me secretly giddy, and I felt like I was 14 years old again. Some guys just do it for you, and he’s totally one of those.

So we hung out and surprisingly, didn’t hook up. It was the first time we ever did that. I guess it was nice, except the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about jumping his bones. And I STILL can’t. Even though nothing has changed, Suit doesn’t call or message enough, and isn’t available when I want him to be, which makes me want him that much more. It’s sick.

I know it’s a bad idea. I know I shouldn’t like the Suit because he isn’t good for me, but I really can’t help it. I love his big brain and subtle charm, his defined jaw line and strong arms. Most of all, I enjoy being around him, and even better, sleeping with him. And it’s not that he’s a jerk or goes out of his away to play games. It’s just that somehow, in the midst of having fun, he makes me weak and I end up liking him…a lot.

Ultimately, I find myself on the losing end, and I hate that because I’m a natural winner.