Lo que tu sientes, se llama obsesion

Let me explain this with a concrete example.

Say you go on a diet, and eat way less than your body needs. Self-control aside, sooner or later you'll start eating out of pure survival instinct. And when you do eat, you eat a lot, more than you would have eaten throughout those days you didn't.

Now replace food with sex.

There's the answer to the question the somewhat alcohol effected me asked myself the last night in sevilla: "Why do I do this?"

See, now only did I shamelessly glue myself onto the oh-so-hot Mr M.. I would have totally landed that if it wasn't for Mr L knowing what I was up to and making sure he was in the way whenever it got too intensive, but I guess four factors working against me were too much: 1)he's 10 years older, 2)he has a gf 3) he'd get fired if we did anything and number four gets me to the following of the not-only approach: I also re-established certain ancient relations. I may have been the worst friend ever to P.K. who shared a room with me.

There appears to be no limit to my sluttiness, confirmed by the fact that I hooked up with some random spanish law school student in a bar. Not totally sober. Not sure he remembers my name. But whattafuck, I hardly remember what he lookes like. Well his face anyways. I have more vivid memories of other parts, which I spent more time focused on to be honest.

And, hehe, I paired up P.K. with his friend. I'm such a pimp.

I would love to say more, involving incredibly indecent behavior on a bus, but that would just be too sweet for you guys. Need to remain a little mysterious ;)

But all in all, great week.

I got home on saturday but then I had to leave again sunday morning to go to london which I just got back from. Spent 2 nights there with the mother and the sister and we had a great time.

But this entry is long enough already.

So I'll write more later.

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