Like a bad habit

I am setting myself up for failure. My newest visual interest? No. No. No. Red flags are all there. I barely even know this man, he has been an acquaintance for a year or so, but I know enough to know to not. To not even start this. He's too much like me, shares too many of my bad traits. I can already predict the outcome, the turbulent end, before I even give it a beginning.

Oh, and thanks for bringing that up. Thanks. We all know I'm a self-sabotager, looking to destroy anything in my path. Friendships, my favorite bar, my testament to doing the right thing. The right thing right now would be to tuck this away, to not take him up on his offer to stop by on Saturday, to relinquish this urge to talk to him before then, to obsess over the details, to know that he knows and that I know and want to say it, want to say it: has anyone in the room not noticed the sexual tension here?

He's playing hard to get. I will not give in to his game.