So last night I was at home when I get an IM from an ex-girlfriend of mine that I had dated during the summer. She asks if we want to go meet up somewhere and just catch up on things (I haven't seen her in a few months). Now, since we broke up she usually only talked to me if she needed a favor or a question that I would know/do. So I'm pretty surprised that she asked me to just meet up with her. But hey, I'm not doing anything better, so why not? First we harmlessly go to a Starbucks and just catch up on the times. Wow, she's only gotten more attractive since I've last seen her. She was always a little out there, so it didn't surprise me when she told me of her future plans of moving away soon out of the country. But what did surprise me is that since we last spoke she had a mental breakdown and was hospitalized. But that's not really that important to the story. Starbucks closes at 11:00 and we're on our way back. Anyways, we decide it's a good idea to go to my house to watch a movie. We did that a lot while we were dating, but that doesn't mean anything has to happen though, right? Anyways, instead of heading into my game room to grab a movie, instead she wanders in my room. Of the various times she's been to my house, she's never been in there before. Ever. First she gives herself a tour of my room - she wades through my extremely messy room going through random stuff. We're still talking about life and other random things, when she grabs a note I had on my desk. It was a note I had wrote for the girl I'm currently dating. The note was intended to go on the christmas gift I had gotten for her - we've both been really busy lately and thus she doesn't have the gift/note. This being a pretty personal note I didn't want her to see, I ask her to give it back when she says no and then hides it behind her back. I reach for it around her back to grab the note, and she's not letting go. Eventually she falls back when my hand still behind her back on the note, pulling me down with her. And there it was: Late night, lights low, and I'm on top of my ex-girlfriend on my bed with nobody around. I could have gotten away with murder at that point. No one ever had to know. The girl I'm dating wouldn't have to know. The guy she was dating wouldn't have to know. This could be ours. She's not wearing underwear. We're close. I start to move closer...and...I....I.... I couldn't. I stopped myself, and pulled away. I just couldn't bring myself to cheat. Even though things right now aren't the greatest with the girl I'm with and we ourselves may end soon, but I will never, ever cheat. I can't do it. Don't get me wrong - a part of me wanted it. A part of me wanted it bad. But I won't do that. I'm so disgusted with myself right now for even fashioning the idea of doing that. After she left, I realized I'm glad I made my decision. This girl is a cancer, and if I ever see her again, it's too soon.