Desire

Too much eagerness to please me is, paradoxically, a turnoff. I have some theories about why.

Sofia’s right: I really am difficult. The two dangers of being desired — having instead of getting, and being wanted in the wrong amount.

The title pretty much says it.

The getting feels better than the having — and that realization explains more about me than I’m entirely comfortable with.

When a woman shows interest in me, my body goes into overdrive — and my judgment disappears.

The women in my life come and go, and my mood rises and falls with them.

I never do anything so straightforward as simply wanting.

What I think when I see a great ass in leggings is not what you might expect. It’s conceptual, not explicit — and that distinction may explain more about me than I’d like.

A subtle but important distinction about the nature of my desire.

What’s hidden is so much hotter than what’s revealed.