It is not everyday that the dormant insides of an unwilling dim witted guy is filled with flutterbys. It required a night at a bar filled with gorgeous women, shouting conversations amidst a sea of noise, and some light alcohol to get things worked up and trigger the chemistry hormones. And need I say, the heart isn’t in its place anymore! Its like there is a source of dull heat inside, akin to mild a high, brimming the rim of the head and bathing you in an anticipatory excitement. Senses don’t seem to be subservient, flooded by their own hallucinations. I was afraid, I would forget that such emotions existed. Goodness gracious, I still am a human.

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