Oh my goodness, people are coupling up like a bunch of protons and neutrons! When I’m on my bike, I pass couple’s holding hands on the street corners, on the sidewalks and even on their damn bikes. Everywhere I turn people are making out. And why shouldn’t they—it’s springtime! Women are in their pretty lil’ sundresses; and men in their cut-offs. The skin is out and in desperate need to be touched. Everyone’s having a fabulous time. Everyone but me.
Sure, I’ve had some heavy petting sessions in the past couple of weeks, but unfortunately the vast majority of my endeavours are extremely complicated and inconsistent–bringing me to the executive decision of being unattached. I never intended on being so vocal about any of this, but I just can’t take it anymore! Waking up each morning to a room without men’s clothing thrown about has got me in the pits. I’m in a lull and I can’t get out of it.
(By the way, I’m not really that jealous.)