Three things...
One. I am evil. Enough said.
Two. I have decided that since I am not strong enough to persistantly ask him to leave (especially when part of me wants him to stay), I will drive him out. Kinda like How To Lose a Guy in 10 days.
I could be a raging hormonal bitch. Hmm, I seem to do that one without trying. I may have to really put some thought into this.
Three. 5 Tylenols later and I still feel as if someone is using my forehead as a trampoline. Its even become a rhythmical pounding.