rexphantom

holy MOSES.

I reckon I'm not usually one for diary-style journal entries, but I feel like I really ought to share the news with somebody, and who better than my fellow naked-lady-likers?

I've been in town for a little over two years now, and I've done some dating here and there, but I haven't met anyone that I was knocked-out-excited about. (And I still haven't, so no, it's not that kind of journal entry.) But I also haven't really been out looking, you know? I'd meet a girl, we'd date, we'd part ways; sometimes they left mad at me, sometimes I left mad at them, but it was never an all-consuming part of my existence. There was always a lot of other stuff to worry about.

And there's STILL a lot of other stuff to worry about, between school and work and friends and family--probably more than at any other time since I've been here. But all the same, slowly over the past few weeks, and certainly over the past few days, some sort of switch has been flipped in my guts. The libido switch, or something. I'm on the train, and I'm daydreaming about going out dancing. Dancing with ladies! Or I'm working at my desk and I'm wishing there was somebody on the couch in the other room, someone to watch TV with or do the dishes with or makeout with.

I mean, it's like high school again or something. It's not like I've been a monk or anything, but suddenly girls are on my mind ALL the DAMN TIME. What the heck happened?