I managed to make it a while without needing female contact at all. It was great. No stress, nothing but good things happened, and then December just had to happen and it had more patience than I did and it broke me down, bit by bit. I managed to resist the applause of the girls at Mr. Plan II (which was surprisingly awesome, thank you very much). I held my ground at the after-party.
Then I had to be stupid and go on a date last night. And now it was a slow Saturday night and I felt like bonding and driving around with someone more than anything else. This silly month cheats - that whole holiday thing makes you think everything's more significant than it really is.
But there's not a whole lot I can do about it. I'm still keeping my eyes peeled for mistletoe, even if I try to avoid it. Ugh.