Dear Diary, There's a fire inside that burns greater when I'm around him. Hotter and hotter until it reaches the center of my core. I want to purge myself of this beckoning heat that tells me I should just fling myself at him, but that wouldn't be ladylike at all. Only whores did things like that. Looking back on my life, I realized I've never done anything all that "naughty". It's too far outside of my comfort zone. The...