Musing

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

What is it that draws me to women who make me feel bad, who fail to keep me in mind in the ways for which I long?

I’m a big fan of clear, respectful communication.

I contend with an omnipresent sense of deadness.

I’m hungry for people. I’m hungry for Jude.

I want you. Forever.

First impressions matter. For a reason.

I love working out with hot women. And I long to keep the evidence I have done so. But I won’t.

Shame is such an uncomfortable sensation.

In which I unleash my manic desire for women in service of my physical fitness.