It's amazing how much time I spend thinking about women. Like, I'm all bored over here at work, half asleep and everything, and what do I start thinking about? Women. Then my day drastically gets a lot better.
I mean, what's not to like, ladies? I almost hear music playing watching y'all. Y'all smell good, have drastically less body hair than we do, think about stuff that would never ordinarily cross my feeble right-handed male brain, can either be very good or very bad... I could go on and on.
As GR would probably say, for the umpteenth time, I need to focus on a singular object of affection. If only it were that easy. Or is it?