
Baby Seal
SNAPSHOTS no holds barred challenge
You’d think by now, I’d know better. Than to be drawn in by silky alabaster skin. By big brown eyes. I’m a sucker for those. I just can’t help it and I fall head over heels once again. When he gives me that “come hither” look, that wry smile, that precocious smirk. That’s it. Stick a fork in me — I’m done.

But he’s big trouble, can’t stay home, won’t be tied down. Every night out on the town and each night someone knew on his arm. I’ve walked away countless times and yet, something pulls me back, like the moon yanking the tide. I beg, I plead, I promise, but no good comes from it.

I never thought I’d go for the bad boys. But that’s what he is, running around with his homies, out all night doing God knows what, countless hours spent by the phone wondering if he’s coming home, coming back to me.

Just look at him and tell me you wouldn’t do the same.

You’re not a Kardashian! Think about the children! I just keep begging and pleading with him over and over to stop this foolishness, to……
“Stop clubbing, Baby Seal!”

