I am feeling the derth of life-giving male attention.
Theoretically, one should be able to live, nay, thrive without it. Like the knee-biter, the sad truth that the boys aren't teasing me is enough to send me into the Slough of Despond. Could it be the rain? Hormones? The fact that the sun hasn't been out for two days?
I think I am going to go write some bad poetry.