I'm deprived and obsessed.
I knew about the deprivation. After all I am a woman of moderate intelligence, and I'm in a passion-free marriage. I've had sex this calendar year, though - twice! So yes, I know that I'm deprived.
I didn't realize the level of obsession I've reached until this morning. I was happily awaiting my coffee drink at the local Starbucks drive-through. My normal choice is a fat-free Carmel Machiatto, but I decided to try something different today - looking to get myself out of my rut, perhaps? Anyway, today I ordered a non-fat orange mocha. Ok, this may counter the intelligence notation above, but I looked at that receipt no less than three times. It said ORGMO - and I was still waiting for that $4 orgasm I just paid for.