It’s catching.
Boys are … strange creatures. On the other hand, so are women. Sometimes it’d be nice to know what I want before I try to get it. It’s very hard to discuss with someone the “what do I want?” bullshit that I tend to feel the need to discuss when I don’t actually know what I want. It’s rather tricky to be tired of being single, but at the same time entirely too picky…
Maybe I should try to have a meaningful relationship with my vibrator. We get along great and we’ve got a great sexual relationship… but there’s just no communication…
Er, right.
What’s up?
How come people keep doing this to me.
How come I keep being so picky? Now there’s a good question for you.
Voice on the stereo: Doris Day – When I Fall in Love