Friday, December 07, 2007

Distracted

All I can think about today is sex. Walking to the subway: sex. Reading cases: sex. At a meeting in a conference room: sex. Maybe this is what it's like to be a man, to walk around all day feeling a dull pulsing of desire and having it flare up at the most inappropriate moments when a stray vision of two bodies intertwined flashes across your mind. It's quite distracting. How do men hold it together if they really think about sex every 7 seconds? (Or other women, for that matter). Good god, it's a wonder they get anything done. As it is, I must have read the same paragraph over today at least 20 times, still without any comprehension.

5 comments:

Greg said...

Welcome to our world. At least you can hide it.

It's a lot like breathing; you get used to it after a while, and then it isn't too distracting.

Enjoy it. And maybe in the future you'll be more sympathetic toward us.

hb said...

hmmm,details? great date, huh?

No Nonsense Girl said...

Been there, done that, bought the tshirt.

At least like Greg said that we can hide it!

Clint said...

hehe, is this all related to that Italian guy??
why you keeping us in the dark...spill the beans dear!

Gypsy said...

But what a nice thing to be distracted by! :)