Surely I'm not the only female on the planet with hormone issues. Am I?
Maybe it was triggered by DH's leaving. I don't know. I just want it to stop. NOW.
It started a week or so ago. Very subtle, it was. I caught myself giving a nicely rounded male tushy a second glance. Then there was the urge to seek out classic fan fic with particularly memorable scenes. I reread
niam1985's Hook/Wendy WIP that I love so much, several SS/HG's, even my own Parvus Obitus. I went to the book store and bought five romance novels (something I had weened myself off of this last year, I thought). I desperately wanted to watch Sense and Sensibility.
And then it got worse. My lord people, I ogled the waiter this evening. The Waiter! I instigated a game of "Death is Not an Option"! I don't even dare contemplating working on several of my unfinished stories because they require sex scenes and I don't think I can handle the mental anguish.
And I can't even appease myself with chocolate because of the thrice accursed High Blood Sugar! Damn you, Mother Nature!
I would kill for a back rub. And I'm not positive I don't mean that literally.
Stop me before I flirt again. And I giggled. Giggled?!
Could it be the blonde hair?
ETA: If I can't have a back rub, can I have This instead?
Maybe it was triggered by DH's leaving. I don't know. I just want it to stop. NOW.
It started a week or so ago. Very subtle, it was. I caught myself giving a nicely rounded male tushy a second glance. Then there was the urge to seek out classic fan fic with particularly memorable scenes. I reread
And then it got worse. My lord people, I ogled the waiter this evening. The Waiter! I instigated a game of "Death is Not an Option"! I don't even dare contemplating working on several of my unfinished stories because they require sex scenes and I don't think I can handle the mental anguish.
And I can't even appease myself with chocolate because of the thrice accursed High Blood Sugar! Damn you, Mother Nature!
I would kill for a back rub. And I'm not positive I don't mean that literally.
Stop me before I flirt again. And I giggled. Giggled?!
Could it be the blonde hair?
ETA: If I can't have a back rub, can I have This instead?
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"Will-o-who?"
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Looking fantasizing is normal fact of life.
Hugs
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And you are not alone, and it comes in waves with me too.(And I cant claim lack of husband,my husband is not gone anywhere...he would not like to see me in full flirt mode with the masses! Yikes!)
The blondeness? We can lay the blame there for now, I'll go with that. Yes, it's the blonde hair.Oh yeah, the blonde hair makes us do it....
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Pretty please with cherries on top?
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And may I say, Parvus Obitus is one of my all time favorites? Its one I re-visit when necessary :).
Best use of "The Speech" ever.
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And I'm rather found of that use for the Speech myself.
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It wasnt easy after reading so much smut and being married since the bronze age.