Okay, let's cut to the chase....the title is what I'd like to say to someone... someday... soon...ish.

We're all here because we love the flash in the pan oxytocin boost this causes. And we're missing the warm fuzzy or just the plain old sex in our current situations.

The problem for me is I want it all, and I want it now! (if you can't tell i like quotes, bonus points if you know where the four or more quotes hidden in here are from) I'm married in a mostly dead bedroom(insert the I'm not looking to change my situation or yours, I love my doofus, hes my doofus, but hes a doofus) I'm kinky, frank, and looking for more than just texting. If you can't remember to ask me how my day was after I've asked you...don't bother and respond. If I have to drag conversation out of you...don't bother and respond...if you're just gonna ask for pics and no conversation NSFW or otherwise...(I'm hoping you caught on by now...if not don't bother and respond). Everyone cares about attraction, Im no different, but it starts with your mind for me so when and if we exchange pics depends on if you can stimulate my grey wrinkly bits. I'm a chunky chick, so if that's an issue...see above. You wanna know what I like? Ask me something other than my cup size and my favorite position.

I woke up today with "We mustn't dwell, no! Not today, we can't" rolling through my head after another night of rejection at home...things quickly spiraled into danger Will Robinson territory. And the drive home was has thoroughly turned to I push my fingers into my eyes, it's the only thing that slowly stops the ache territory. Now I'm sitting in my drive way trying to convince myself to go inside and clean up the inevitable mess awaiting me. We all have lives, we'll have days when we're the shit, and the days when we're the paper, if ya catch my drift. Today's a paper kinda day for me. I'm not too picky on looks, just don't be a douche. Let's see if you can turn my paper day around.