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12 40 am est
The men I like best are the ones that make me nervous. I am fairly
comfortable with the opposite sex, so the few members that make me
uncomfortable. And I have my obsessions. I find it difficult
to admit to such sophomoric activities, but I have no doubt that I will
always be taken by these flights of fancy. I am almost never
obsessed with someone in a romantic or sexual way. There is an
indescribably quality of chemistry which draws me to another. There
are obsessions who thrill me just to look at, and others who delight me
with their snippets conversation, but a long term exposure to said object
of affection usually tends to diminish my attraction. I don't know
what draws me to them, and I often force myself to not persue them, but a
quick perusal of potential obsession is usually quite enjoyable.
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