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Summertime, and the living is horny, honestly...

Winter lasts so much longer here in good old Germany. It's like seven full months of grey skies and rainy days, and so little of that burning hot sun. Which drives me fucking nuts. The second the sun comes out, I feel like a different person. My skin is glowing, I can deal with my emotions better, and my entire outlook resets to euphoric standards.

And with that comes a huge desire for physical touch. When the sky clears and everything becomes bright and colorful, men just suddenly look different again. I can’t take my eyes off of them. Like a huge gift wrapped up in a shirt and shorts. I follow them with my eyes, wondering where they’re going or what they have planned for the day. I wonder what they’d think if I joined them. I wonder what they think of me.

It’s kind of obvious that I give men more attention than I give to myself. Deep down, I’m just an immature 20-year-old, wanting to experience what love might feel like. Or a situationship.

I can’t focus. It’s crazy how lust has such control over us.

Let’s just pray that I get the Summer of Love that I so desperately search for.

XOXO ur Virgin Southern Cowgirl