That's Funny, I Thought It Would Take More Bleach Than That

It's hard to clean up your act when at times it seems that the world is teeming with potential lovers.  For a while there I made it my goal to turn all of the those potentials into actuals and was always surprised (sometimes amused as well,) by how easy it was.  But I'm a little older now, I'm a little more mature, and I finally have a clearer idea as to what I want out of a relationship.  Getting to this point wasn't easy, but I have no regrets.  Everything I have done in the past I did fully aware of any repercussions that could result from my actions.
So the mess I had made of my love life is starting to sparkle, shiny and new, after taking a few gallons of bleach and a wire bristle scrub brush to it.  The decision to do that didn't come from my want for something real, I made it as a result of discovering, "Hey girl, you need to respect yourself a little more.  You can't live your life waking up in a different bed every morning or kicking a different man out of your's every night."
Do I miss those nights of sleazy, rock & roll debauchery fueled by alcohol and hormones?  Sometimes.  A lot actually.  But the nice thing is knowing I can still have them without putting my mind, heart and body at risk.
Reaching for that bucket of bleach was not easy.  I hesitated several times.  And just because I finally did it doesn't mean that I'm a reformed bad girl in any way.  I'm a bad girl at heart and always will be.  It's just finding someone who enjoys being bad right along with me.  Part of me thinks I found that in my Parkesburg Boy...