A couple of my peeps kindly pointed out to me this recent trend: the men whom I have invited to mosey on past all my defenses find themselves needing to...think...about things.

When I pointed out to the SSLP what they pointed out, she started laughing and decided that I'm an Oracle, and my p-town has mystical properties that imbibe men with enlightenment once they achieve penetration. And then they need to adjust to this new concept of thinking with a whole different part of their body.

I used to think I wanted to be with someone smart, but now - that's it! Why do we need to think about this? No more thinking - I need action. I need pheremones and chemistry and sweat and instinct and growling and caveman fun.

Besides, I think enough for three people. I don't need any more of that.

At this, my SSLP gently asserted how bored out of my effing mind I would be with someone I didn't connect to on an intellectual level as well as physical, and I knew she was right. But still. I don't think it should be this hard - I'm pretty easy to handle most of the time: sleep with me, laugh with me, eat my food, be as nice as possible (I know everyone has bad days) and remember my birthday. But mostly, if you want me, don't hesitate. These are the basics.

I have been fixated on the subjects of men and sex for some time now, and I'm trying to figure out why - I think it might be that a few months back I got a healthy dose of the GOOD stuff, not just the mediocre stuff, and it's hard for me to get that jones out of my system after being reminded what I had forgotten could be so outstanding. I apologize. If this is boring, read EW. I will be over this soon. I swear it on my magical vagina.