I know it seems all I talk about are guys and how much I hate them and blah blah blah..and I’m sure you’re sick of it…I am. But today I got to see “my guy.” I put it in quotes because he isn’t actually my guy, man, boy friend or whatever you want to call him. He’s a really good friend that I like but is married. This totally sucks because he likes me—hates his wife—or at least fights with her and talks about her enough. We’ve kissed and when I’m with him, he just makes me happy. I love spending time with him. Is that so wrong?