Oh dear, I’m just so. Oh dear.  I’m thinking our chat this weekend is just going to let me down.  I’m thinking you’re going to tell me something insignificant.  Or worse that you’re sorry, because you think that you’ve lead me on.  How could the topic of conversation be good and bad all at once.  I’m curious but nervous.  I want to see what’s inside but am scared to finally understand. I hope you don’t apologize, I don’t think you lead me on.  I’d like to think that maybe I’m just infinitely attracted to you, even when you make me feel like dirt.  Oh dear, I’m just so.  Oh dear.