I think isolation, mostly the decade I spent not dating not even the panini, has made me completely impervious to flirting.
Weirdly it doesn't even seem like up with my own libido, like the engine's revving but the tires are in the mud.
"Are all those things you mentioned really things you're interested in."
"Would you like to come over and make those fantasies real?"
Sure! I'll bring my laptop and you can proofread.
"God, I want to put my fingers in your mouth."
Well I assume he must still mean as friends...
A lil' town for me and maybe some friends in the future.