Ahh, summer days. Love is in the air... or is it? I am *not* dating this summer. It's a limitation I set for myself before leaving for Washington this past spring. And, although I've wanted to break it- I don't plan on actually breaking it anytime soon. I don't want my decisions about the fall to rest on any man's shoulders.

Yet, a proposition comes up. If I go on a date with a certain boy, I get icecream and pancakes. It's good for me- I get to hang out with a fun guy, and I get rewarded for doing so. However, on his part, it's not so cool. I'd be leading him on just a bit, and in the end I'd probably end up hurting him.

I don't think pancakes are worth the price of someone's broken heart. Especially not at my expense... and believe you me, pancakes are one of my favorite foods.