May I have your attention, please?

There are few things in life better than getting a little lovin'.

I'm not necessarily talking about coitus here, more like just a little attention from someone, whether they be family, friend or fiery paramour.

Earlier this week I got some unexpected attention from a nice man I know. Nothing that was tawdry (this guy is married and doesn't seem the trashy, despicable cheating type), just a few compliments and a little innuendo.

And it made me feel pretty good, and I don't know why.

One thing's for certain: I've been stuck in a stagnant kind of doldrum where romance is concerned (except for that lightning night, there's been pretty much nothin'), and I've lately been considering the possibility that the rest of my existence on this globe could be an asexual one.

That's not really okay with me, but hey, a girl's got to make do with the life she's handed.

Thanks to God for double A batteries.

My good, dear friend Bling has said time and again that there's nothing better than a compliment to give someone. It's free, it's pretty simple, and it can do wonders for their disposition.

I was telling D-Money last night that I realize now that I am quite stingy with my compliments. Sometimes I see someone with a pretty bracelet, or I notice someone doing something kind, and I miss my opportunity to toot the horn in someone else's direction.

This is a situation that needs to be rectified. In the mean time, men everywhere: feel free to flirt with me. As long as it's not overtly dirty or suggestive, I'm happy to oblige.

Cheers.