Damn, dry spells suck.
And there have been times when I’m upset at how many months it’s been since I hooked up with someone, and friends of mine will reference the fact that they’ve never hooked up with anyone ever, and that sucks too.
But the difference for me is that I know what I’m missing.
And just. Fuck, man. I really want someone to make out with just because I love the experience of kissing someone.
It doesn’t help that it’s raining outside, and rain is kind of one of the most romantic things ever.
Also, I’m watching Love, Actually for the second time in two days out of loneliness and boredom. Which similarly does not help.
Just. Gah. Fuck.