I know this is one. Even though he's annoying enough to me that there's little chance I'll really fall, I'm at work now, irritated and grumpy and I'm definitely interested in getting tied up and fucked until I forget his name. This shouldn't be my stress relief, but it's another four-and-a-half months before I can buy a handle of whiskey or three bottles of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, and as far as I'm aware I can get laid with minimal effort whenever I ask for it.
I like that I can flirt, that I can be pissed off and aroused and angry and it really doesn't matter. Mostly it's a lot of flirting. Emoticon.
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