...this day just keeps getting weirder.

So I'm already seriously OFF hormonally - I need to get back on my progesterone, I've had a ton of chocolate, I'm horny, I'm stressed, it's all just one big mess. I'm having one of those really odd days, too... you know, the ones where everything is either really funny or really surreal and definitely NOT what you expect. Now add in the following:

One (1) tall, dark, and reasonably handsome male. Nice smile, decent sense of humor. Likes BDSM. Likes techno. Likes violence. Cooks. Cleans. AND GODDAMMIT ALL TO FUCKING HELL, the boy's a DJ. If his middle name is Alex I'm going to start throwing things.

Seriously.

His name is John, and he's been hanging around here for a while. He's damn good with computers, has apparently known Russ (one of the people who actually lives here) for quite some time, and he's fitting into the household pretty well. At first my only real opinion of him was that he talked too much like Mikey - lots of things that SOUND good, but no proof. 'Cept see, he's been proving. He's fixed Grr's computer and his own runs like a dream. He has indeed cooked and cleaned. He's not half bad with the kidlets and is nice to the cats. He is (as I've already mentioned) cute. ARGH.

I know I've got an off switch for this sort of stupidity somewhere. Part of me... ehh. If I didn't completely know better I'd swear he had been hitting on me somewhat earlier. He's single. He's available. He's HERE.

*twitches*

This is enough to make me want to start screaming. I REALLY don't need to complicate my life any more. I know perfectly well I don't need another man in my life. There is NOTHING he can provide that I'm not already getting or could get if I want it...

...so why am I starting to get flustered around him?

WHY THE FUCK DO MY HORMONES HAVE TO GO INTO OVERDRIVE ONCE A MONTH, AND WHERE THE FUCK IS THE OFF SWITCH?????????

And what brought all this on, what makes it finally worth ranting about?

I walked out to talk to Becca on the phone (she's going to be coming back over soonish) and there's techno, GOOD techno, playing. First thing I hear is John announcing that the mix is one HE DID. And Grr's backing him up on this.

*shivertwitchtwitchtwitch*

DJ.

There's a single, available, kinky, cute DJ in the house.

And you'll notice I am quite carefully STAYING THE HELL IN HERE.

I'm not stupid, just hormonal.