But that's just bitter ol' me talking. And that's why I haven't been eyeing anyone over the summer, nor the four months preceeding (Steven doesn't count; he was just someone to obsess over to make lunchtime interesting).
It's worse now. Libido finally woke up just two days before school started up again, and now I don't feel like scoping potential whatevers. But I still feel like the overly-occasional casual sex fiend that I think that I am.
And no, that's still not the problem that I'm supressing.
... Mario Batali is on Martha Stewart at the moment... Oh the perils I transgress to learn a good pasta recipe that I'll just screw up thanks to lack-luster ingredients.
Dammit, now I'm hungry again.
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