Obsessed

When my behavior takes a turn for the extreme, I'm the first to admit it. My usual level of hedonistic indulgence is a an expected norm by now, but once in a while...

I'm visiting my parents here in Antibe, near Cannes, for a couple of days. Just Monday morning through Wednesday evening. I don't know anybody in my age range here and my French is minimal. When I go for more than 48 hours without flirting with someone or having a night out with friends, I tend to not function properly.

At the beaches in France, many of the women sunbathe topless. This is a fact I have witnessed since I was seventeen, at least. It was important then, in an adolescent way, to look, if not stare. But now I am a man of twenty-six, and I still can't help but take a gander and smile slyly to myself.

My libido is momentarily back under control after I receive a text from a prospective Girl in London. And this after we met Saturday, before I had a chance to contact her...