Deep Attack

I went to the beach on the weekend, and I think that I fell in love at least 15 times. Probably more. There were times when I had to hold my breath underwater and squeeze my eyes shut so that I wouldn't be able to fall in love any more. It was really a very tough day, one that was hard on my spirits. I wish that it weren't so, but it is. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. Abstinence is the only possibility. I don't want to deny myself the pleasures of the sun and the sand though, just the sights. Hmmm.

Perhaps love is too strong a word as well, perhaps it is only lust. I have gotten the two confused in the past, and it was such a strange time that I wouldn't be surprised if it snuck up on me again. But I think that there may have been a little love. A shared experience that brought joy to both of our lives. Not quite a private moment, but more a united eternity. I am certain that if I were to have expressed my physical love for these people I would have been arrested.

Some people who I definately lust after are the Price is Right girls. For a show that is (I think) aimed at housewives and elderly people who love Larry their models are all beautiful. Buxom as well. Although I prefer Andrew O'Keefe with his huge charm, quick wit and delightful puns to Larry, I find myself flicking over sometimes to see the girls from The Price is Right presenting a leather recliner. In a bikini.

I think that there's something that I have to do.