Spring fever strikes.

Or, maybe make that, "Spring fever is on strike."

Well, the Erotic Neurotic may be the only survivor of Denver Spring (Heart)break 2007. Don't be too jealous; he got his in Aught Six. Nonetheless, there's plenty to kvetch about. Don't you worry.

1. One would think that a wretched, icy winter would provide the perfect backdrop for some nice cuddling. But unless you count a dandruffy cat, none was to be had. All right, "none" is an exaggeration, but those other bad decisions have faded so far in the Erotic Neurotic's (admittedly terribly short-term) memory that they may as well have been a weird, Lynchian dream. Her dog was really nice, though.
2. Spring, when the nights lengthen and the shorts shorten. As any queer worth hir weight knows, having seen "Grease" multiple times, summer is the perfect time for "lovin'." The spring fever has yet to focus on some willing target. So far, no go. Instead, in this case, spring fever is manifesting itself as a sort of generalized, low-level longing. Too mild to seek a remedy, too strong to ignore. Bummer, dude. Where's a good crush when you need one?