Goodbye T.O.N.Y

I actually have a friend named Tony, but this post is in no way a reference to him. In fact I haven't seen or heard from him in such a long while that I much rather say hello. Back to the post. The title is in reference to the song T.O.N.Y by Solange Knowles, a really slept on singer/songwriter, in terms of true artistry Beyonce can't hold a candle to her.
T.O.N.Y is an acronym for The Other Night Y(why)? In the song she chronicles her night of unprotected sex and a subsequent pregnancy. The hook is "I could have been in love by now it it wasn't for T.O.N.Y." That is not my situation, no unexpected or expected pregnancies this way.
But to say that I am unaware of sexual shenanigans and the guilt they bring would be inaccurate, therefore I'm saying goodbye T.O.N.Y. See, all those who know me know that I haven't done the horizontal polka, but I recently for lack of a better word, and in an effort to not tell all my business, ummmm...sinned and fell short of the glory of God.
I was that girl who thought that since I didn't actually do the do I was still in the clear. Go ahead call me a hypocrite, I have now seen the error of my ways. The guilt that I recently felt was very much real and all I could think about was a certain someone who really rocks my socks, and if he knew of my wayward ways may put a damper on whatever relationship we're trying to avoid having<---That don't make no sense huh?
I won't mimic Solange and say "I could have been in love by now if it wasn't for T.O.N.Y" because love like compliments is another thing I'm am trying to learn to accept gracefully when it comes, and it wouldn't hurt to actually live up to the image that most people are seemingly predisposed to have of me.
I don't know how long this self imposed "drought" will last seeing as though I am merely a woman, but at least for the rest of this week there will be no regrettable T.O.N.Y's for me.

I'm not even going to answer that text message I just received from that cutie I'm dern near in love with. Pray for me.