delirium...

...has set in and is putting up curtains. I got about 3.5 hours of sleep, and I haven't quite started hallucinating, but I'm getting damn close. and so I'm resting my addled brain a little (or even a lot) and reading Wikipedia - which is way better than any old stuffy Encyclopedia Britannica, thanks - and I found that one article on flirting from Psychology Today. (click the headerline of this post to be magically transported)

I love this sentence:
"The moment of attraction, in fact, mimics a kind of brain damage."
and this:
"In attraction, we don't stop and think, we react, operating on a "gut" feeling, with butterflies, giddiness, sweaty palms and flushed faces brought on by the reactivity of the emotional brain. We suspend intellect at least long enough to propel us to the next step in the mating game-flirtation."

I do believe that I've posted about this article, because I fixated on the "ideal waist-to-hip ratio" thing. Now, I really don't care. I suppose its a direct result of the fact that I'm exhausted, and going out again tonight. Ah, the life of the free-wheeling blonde. I forgot how much sleep I don't get when I'm single.