| Current mood: |  pensive |
So anyway I'm mildly freaked out at the moment. Drew told me he loved me. It was mainly down to his mishearing me telling him he was lovely (which he is). I told him never to mention the "l" word again. I don't know why it freaks me out so much, but I don't like the idea. Not yet anyway. I'm very fond of the guy, and probably will sleep with him soon (basically, as soon as we get somewhere which isn't a public place...) but I don't want him to love me. I've seen what love can do. Plus, I must be a big whore because I like the whole tacky edge to our relationship. Another thing is, Ellen would be so unhappy about it. There's so much I can't tell her. Like the thing on the train. And the things we've done in parks. Boy are my nipples sore...
Ack. Like I think I said before, I probably will love Drew soon. But not just yet. Hell, we've only been together for a little while. That's a telltale sign, I don't even know how long. Is that good or bad? Hell hell hell this is weird. This never happens to me. I am Zoe, maiden aunt. Not Zoe, wanton sex minx. Yet for some reason Drew seems to find me irresistable, making one person in the world actually fancy me. I probably should fall for him, as he's all I'll ever get. Argh.
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