I'll probably get heat for saying this but uh...My fucking lord...
I want sex.
Just woke up from a sex dream involving Dave (yeah, I know it's been a while since I've mentioned him in here...but I've been reminded of him very often lately).
Sitting here typing, I realize it more. My abilities are hindered until about a week after my mono goes away.
This is three weeks we're talking, here.
Three.
Yeah, I know that it's been more than three weeks since I've made out with someone (it's been six since I was with Greg: who had mono over the summer and is the only culprit for my sickness as you can give mono to people for up to 18 months because it shows up in your saliva from time to time though you might not be sick) and it's been seven months since I've slept with anyone. But that was a self-imposed single-hood.
This is completely violating my autonomy, folks. I'm serious. Before, it was a choice...Now, it is forced upon me until I get better.
Dinner is an endless parade of different cute guys; Christian (of the Grinch last year), Jeff (John Stamos, Enrique Iglesias wannabe) and then Greg shows up, reminding me why I can't kiss either of them.
Which I guess is what I really want but I can't think of sex without kissing being involved. So. There.
And it's "fucking" torture...for lack of a better expletive.
