My ovaries seem to be having some sort of second wind and getting themselves worked up, my mind is wandering a lot, I'm getting a bit tearful at easy listening music and I'm yearning for a passionate yet ultimately wholesome affair with him.
I've tried to resist it, but he's done something to me that I can't control
. It all started when I saw him on Never Mind the Buzzcocks. Now I'm toying with the idea of concert tickets.
Has anyone been similarly afflicted?