I love and loathe this season. The snow hasn't all melted yet and we're all already busying about with hormones at critical levels. People are breaking up, getting together, all the while asking me (and their other friends, I'm sure) for advice on it all.
It makes me happy inside to see people getting their just dues, getting laid, enjoying themselves.
Personally, however, this season drives me insane. It's not as though my sex drive is dormant in the winter months... but spring... well...
I'd like to say, "You'll just have to cut me some slack this time of year. It's spring... I'm in heat."
That's not quite it though. This year has already been a mess, I'm craving intimacy like never before and the season only makes it worse. And I have a fair share of obstacles in my way... I barely know how to approach a relationship anymore, barring sex; my reputation seems to precede me; and the only people I'm on a very close basis with are friends (who I generally don't sleep with) and many of them that I've formed such an intimate bond with, miles away.
And I've got piles of work that need doing.
So here I am sitting alone in my apartment, waiting for the coming week when I should be done all my assignments... and craving... what? Who? I have no idea. It's not as though I really want to get out there and bed a stranger... those days seem to be falling behind me, at least for now.
And all the while people I know are going at it like rabbits. It's an odd reversal when it comes to some.
God how I loathe this season.