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Mar 22, 2006 15:41

In the words of Maroon 5:

The rythym of her conversation,
the perfection of her creation.
the sex she slipped into my coffee,
the way she felt when she first saw me.
hate to love and love to hate her,
Like a broken record player.

I think thats a good way to express my feelings towards the entirety of the female gender. Theres an old quandry known as the four S's when it comes to women, they are, in no particular order:

Smart
Sane
Sexy
Single

Now pick 3. Attraction 1 has the first 3, where-as attraction 2 has the first, third and fourth-- but a definete (and when I say definite, I mean extreme, OMG LIEK WOAH) lack of the 2nd one. I really wish my hormones would just let me be a hermit-- but every time I try to do that, the boys kick in, and suddenly I become attracted to anything with two legs, boobs, and the ability to see its own feet. I hate being eighteen (soon to be nineteen, rawr, parrrtyy. :D) because it implies that my sexual drive is somewhere between "extreme" and "ludicrous."

That said; I need to write a story now.
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