At least this time, I made the bad man decision with my eyes open. Eyes held open with the devices that scratched Malcolm McDowell's cornea during the filming of a Clockwork Orange, staring at the fellow himself wearing a shirt that says "I AM A BAD IDEA" who is also verbally explaining this to me. It's a bad idea, I know it's a bad idea, and I was so desperate for the touch of another human being I did it anyway.

It's a good means of bleeding off some excess nervous energy. Just has to be done while mentally repeating the mantra 'don't catch feels, don't catch feels.'

It's easy to not get your heart broken when you don't hand it over to anyone. He can have my body for brief intervals, though.