I admit, he fulfilled a certain hole inside of me. Not just sexually, but in some strange and twisted way, he made me feel wanted and desired. Every woman wants to believe she's attractive and that men want her, no matter the reason behind the attraction. I was no different. Some men are like a bad drug, no matter how badly you want to break the habit, you just keep going back for more. It's like the old adage that says that being in a shitty relationship is better than being in no relationship. I'd been warned to stay away from Damon for one reason or another, but did I care? Hell no. Damon and I had been dating off and on -- translate: hooking up -- for about six months and his moody, brooding behavior came and went. Some days he was sullen and withdrawn and I knew better than to press his buttons during those times. Other days he was happy and his sense of humor was infectious. My best strategy around him was to pay attention to my spidey sense and tune into which one of Damon's personalities had shown up for our date.
