Sex Obsessed

I think it's probably a guy thing. And it doesn't get any better with age, at least it hasn't for me. I have whole weeks when it's nothing but sex on the brain, and this has been one of those weeks.

There's the excitement of expectation, the thrill of the physical moment, and the ecstacy of the little death that sends one to a magical dreamland. It's also the emotional and physical connection with the other guy.

We usually end up sharing a drink or eating a meal, having a spirited conversation about Barack Obama (or John Edwards), then a kiss goodbye. The real problem for me, though, is that it makes me even more eager for next time. So I think about it, and then I have sex on the brain again.