As in the strong, silent Old Navy commercial from my homeroom is finally doing something to me.
All through September I was vaguely worried when he wasn't doing anything to me. Actually, I barely felt anything for anything, then. Testosterone, I've come to realize, doesn't seem to be the sort of thing that likes come in particularly even doses for me.
*Melts into puddle*.
It doesn't help, (*reconstitutes*), that I have yet to figure who fits into this year's 10% gayness quota. It just gives me that much more hope.
I mean, seriously. This guy is, gasp!, s-o-o-o c-u-u-u-u-u-...
Did I really just say that? My God, talk about boy-crazed teenager. I feel like I'm quoting some clichéd TV show.
I'm going out for some Perspective and Tonic. Sorry for subjecting you to this, *grabs coat*, be back in a bit!