With H blowing hot and cold, C has made himself my distraction.
That man can play a girl like a fiddle.
After our hot night he drops a line, I always bite, he reels me in and throws me back before I get comfortable.
I can't beat this one.
He's sweet and kind but also the ultimate player.
When I phoned him last night and the conversation turned to sex he got involved and then before it got anywhere said goodbye.
No, he got me involved, I don't think he ever was.
In fact, I'm not sure if I know him at all.