Time of the Year

There must be something in the air this time of the year. All around there are people making arrangements to exchange numbers and for those who already have, there are flirtatious conversations being had.
And dear readers, I'm afraid that even I'm succumbing to the stuff in the air (and I don't mean the smell STINK of the local paper plant). I'm toying with the idea of companionship, though every one of my instincts is telling me to run and have nothing to do with this person, just like they've told me with every other person who has caught my attention. Now, putting it that way, I was wrong to say instinct. I'm going against the way my lifelong training has taught me.
Now, I just have to get past the idea that he's Christian (something which poses little appeal after a life drenched with the overwhelming presence of so may good Christian hypocrites).