It was a tempting idea before rational thinking took over, if I made the purchase, I would be admitting I had a problem. Indeed.

Saturday afternoon I was passing time in the bookstore prior to meeting up with friends for an afternoon of watching college football (go LSU- that’s for you Kim and Celeste). Scanning the aisles I picked up books with capturing titles and glistening photos then briefly picked over the summary. One caught my eye as I felt the familiar tug of addiction leading. Pausing, I looked to my right then to my left. Hesitating a moment longer than Paris Hilton committing to a Porn video, I picked up the book, read one sentence then stepped back as though it was a command during the game of Mother May I.

No Mam, I may not. I do not have a problem.

In retrospect, perhaps I should have purchased the book with the title: “How to Break the Bad Boy Habit.”