It’s been over four years since you and I hooked up for the first time. Since then we’ve hooked up one other time. But that’s it. Not even a home run, either time. I don’t understand what your fascination with me is, nor can I define my fascination with you. I know it’s not “love”. But I always find myself coming back to you. It’s not like I’d know if the sex is good, so that can’t be it. I suppose it’s curiosity. And the fact that you know how to appeal to my deepest, darkest sexual desires, something that no one that I’ve ever been with has been able to comprehend. So what is this? I don’t want to sleep with you because I know you’re a REALLY shitty human being, but at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about you in that way. Even when I don’t want to.