There is an episode of Castle (Nathan Fillion aka Caleb aka Captain Malcolm Reynolds) in which he says this as he's describing his ex wife moving into the same city as him...

"That would be a very special brand of hell. The hell of a deep fried twinkie."
"Deep fried twinkie?"
"Yeah. The guilty pleasure that you know is bad for you, so you only do it once, maybe twice a year, for the novelty.... but a deep fried twinkie every day is... *disgusted look on face*"

Georgia is my deep fried twinkie. I mean, I get all excited over the novelty of being with this guy. He's fun, he's wild and as the week goes by I realize.... I would kill him if I spent more than a few days with him. I mean. Seriously kill him. Hide him in the backyard kinda kill. He got on my nerves after a few days. I realized that I wouldnt survive around him for long. I would become... dark. Dismal. Mean. Cruel. I would lose myself so fast. Sure, he brought the wicked sex kitten out of me. But geez... I couldnt do that everyday. I couldnt do that all the time. Pretend to be someone I am not. Sure, it may be good for some folks.

*sigh* Will I never see him again? I cant tell you that. I probably will. Give me a few months to a year. It will get all exciting again. I will just be lonely enough. And it will all connect for the two of us. I will be determined to run off and find my future and then I will realize that its not with him. It takes a special kind of crazy to deal with me. A kind of crazy that doesnt really exist.

In the meantime, Im getting over the plague. Or some variation of it. Sniffles and coughing and swollen things. Im still hacking. Not enough to be stuck in bed. But enough to still feel run down.... and certainly not up for more than this kind of thinking. I mean, I may just pass out after this.

So... that's all it is in a nutshell. I may reveal more or I wont. Who knows?