Out Of My Head

Couldn't sleep last night.  Couldn't get that drunken night of Sophie out of my head.  I really only denied her based on the fact that I didn't want to take advantage of a drunk girl, but drunk sayings are sober thoughts aren't they?  She thinks I totally denied her, but I don't know that I wouldn't take it if she was sober.  God, thats scary.

And stupid.  I've finally got something great going on with Kate, and here I am entertaining thoughts and fantasies of Sophie.  I just can't help it, its some strange natural male desire.  It's not that Kate isn't good enough, It's not that Kate was just a rebound from my giant crush on Sophie, or was she?  No, no she wasn't.  Damn it, I'm confusing myself again.

Time to slow it down.  Maybe a good talk with Sophie will sort all of this out, instead of this monstrous amount of flirting we have been committing.  I always feel guilty later, but damn it feels good during.  I need to be good, I need to not screw this up for myself, I need to talk to her.  Tonight.