I should never meet men when I’m ovulating.
As you may know, I don’t use birth control for two reasons:
- It turns me into an emotional, crying basket case
- I enjoy the rush of hormones when I ovulate
For one week out of the month, I take a little ride on my roller coaster of hormones and IT’S DAMN FUN!
Oh, don’t worry.
I haven’t done anything.
I’ve been really good.
But the sexting thing?
It’s back in FULL FORCE.
Because the next best thing to getting laid is to talk about getting laid.
And I am helpless to stop myself ones the hormones take hold of me.
Before I know it, I’m breathlessly texting a friend.
Sending provocative pictures.
The other day, as I was sexting, I realized how much I like it.
How it’s part of the flirt for me.
Part of the chase.
Can he keep my attention without being too overt?
Will he say something too graphic and turn me off?
Can we keep the momentum going or will we lose interest?
Lately it’s been a string of good sexts.
So I have nothing to complain about and everything to celebrate.
Another successful hormone run through the streets of Michelle’s libido!