Tell me you were aiming for 4th gear and missed.

I need some action. No lie.

I went to a lady friend's place last night, and I was banking on physical contact. A guy needs this from time to time...and for me it's way past time. Just a few days ago, I went out with this girl, and she kissed me. Advanced on me. So, one would expect that at the very least, more of the same could be expected during our rendezvous last night at her pad. But, sadly no. That car's been thrown into reverse. We talked.

Don't get me wrong. I can handle just talking. I'm all for intellectual conversation. But I'm starting to redline over here. It's not healthy to go this long without some skin on skin action. At least, it's not healthy mentally.

I'm not going to go to a bar and try to pick up some random chick either. I can't do it. I won't do it. Laura Prepon left too soon.

Meanwhile, a friend of mine (female) drove by her boyfriend's work last night on her way home to have sex with him. He works at a private place by himself, so don't get the wrong idea. My point is that life can be cruel.

Look, ladies, you can't make out with a guy one day and then not touch him again. That is not fair. It's punishment. It makes us volatile and dangerous. I'm so tense right now that if anyone should accidentally rub me the wrong way today, it's likely that I'll stab them in the throat with a pen. Well, that's not true. But I am redlining.