Generally, I don't find the male body very attractive.

I don't dig a lot of muscles, hair, or shape. I like my boys scrawny as hell. Skinnier than me. 130lbs or less.

I don't usually have a wandering eye when boys are around without their shirts on- I couldn't care less about abs or pecks or biceps.

Suddenly, I realize it's been three months since I've touched The Boy. For the first time in my life, I find myself looking at other, shirtless boys at the beach...

I mean, of course, I'd never actually DO anything with them, but I haven't really had any substancial amount of physical contact in three months, and it's starting to affect my mind.

You all who are in relationships, but not long distance relationships have no idea how lucky you've got it. You get to see them smile. You get to see them talk. You get to see them laugh. You get to hold their hand, touch their leg, sleep in the same bed as them. You get to see what they're wearing, how their hair looks. You're likely to be able to tell if something is wrong- without them telling you there is. You get to have conversations face to face. You get to go to the movies/a bar/a restaurant with them.

Mark my words: I will never be in a long distance relationship again.