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[deathpixie]

The title pretty much sums up my mood at the moment. Michael turned up at lunchtime, we went out, and then went to the park and snogged like a couple of teenagers for about an hour.

Since when did my body have that much control over the rest of my faculties? I could barely think straight the rest of the afternoon, and I'm still not entirely with it. I swear, it's been years since someone stirred me up like this - the man may not be a loooker, but he sure is good at what he does.

Gotta go - still can't concentrate. I think I need a cold shower. ;)

Comments

*puts on BA-wannabe cap*

[quixotic-sense.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* Liberal ideology has always maintained that the mind and body are seperate entities, but the fact is that the body has as much control over the mind as vice versa.

I think it's a combination of being in a long-term relationship that's more comfortable than passionate, and the rediscovery of your attractiveness to other people. Looks like the trickle through a crack in the dam has turned into a veritable flood. :)

I do worry about you, y'know. But jeez -- I'm hardly one to talk about self-control. *grins* Besides, I trust your intelligence and wisdom (and in my shinai, should I be called to the defense/vengeance of a friend...).

Never underestimate the power of your libido

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

I'd have to agree with Yas here. It's your body and your mind doing an unconscious revelation: you can do whatever the bloody hell you want. It could also be a function of that rejection as well. You could be trying to subconsciously get back at the BRM or just trying to reassure yourself that you are still "it". With me, it was more a function of the former than the latter (although at least two of my encounters were a direct function of one of the latter). But I have no room to talk as I'm the dumper as opposed to the dumpee.


Trisha Lynn
...feeling less guilty about that every day...