at what point do you start to lose a sense of all your standards? and i'm not talking ethical standards (although a factor, perhaps) but your standards for the opposite sex (or the same sex, whichever is your preference, this is an Equal Opportunity blog). for me, i think its the point where any attention-- whether it be from a UPS truck driver or the homeless man on the subway-- is more ego-boosting than no attention at all.
yes my friends, i have LMA disorder. and i need help. LMA = Low Male Attention. a condition that affects any chick (or gay man) who hasn't gotten any play in at least six months. you may have it too, you just don't know it yet. and for those of you trying to deal with this in a reasonable way, i want to say-- i understand you sista, i do. just last week, i returned the cat-call of an oily construction worker-- i even thanked him for noticing. when did it get this bad? will i flirt with just anyone? yes, yes i will. i'm not sure what the cure for LMA may be, but i'm thinking great sex with a hot man (let's say, hugh jackman or brad pitt) would suffice. any suggestions on what else i could do? i'm mere seconds away from giving the coffee guy my number...he likes the way i dig change out of my wallet. okay, that didn't come out right. save me from myself!!!