I need to stop doing that thing where I fall desperately in lust with people so easily.

Especially with blonde men. I don't do it on purpose, but the last several have been blonde. This one combs his hair back with hairgel or whathaveyou and smiles a bit like a wolf. I like him very much immediately. Internetvestigation has taught me that we have friends in common, and the people that we have in common suggests to me we might get along rather well.

Mprrrrrrph. Okay. I'm done. If I can vent my barely-restrained lusts then I don't have to act on them. Right?