feeling asexual

Every so often, I have these flash of illumination that offers me great insights to my own self. It also offers me fear that I have epilepsy (but let's ignore that for now).

It occured to me the other day that my limbic system just doesn't function properly. Occasionally it completely stuffs up and releases ALL emotions at one given moment. Those are particularly interesting occasions. So interesting in fact, that I wont discuss it in this post.

No- this post, being on my blog, must have something smutty. As smutty as asexuality, even!

A bit of background: on occasions where I'm feeling particularly stressed and/or tired, I have been known to tell certain friends that I feel quite asexual. In that context, it didn't mean that my balls had shrunk to the size of microscopic nodules, but rather meant that I'd rather sit and enjoy a drink than talking to a hot chick. Or anything else that required any significant amount of effort.

This, to me, is only natural: You're stressed, you want to relax and enjoy, and whilst company of hot women is desireable, anyone you don't know well does require SOME effort to maintain an entertaining banter with. I'm sure many have experienced this phenomenon. For some this is the ONLY phenomenon that they have experienced, hence the common "let's hide behind our see-through glasses" thing that one can commonly observe at any given place that serves beverages, where the guys clutch their drink with all might and use it as an effective barrier to their personal space, just in case, women invade.

The thing I noticed the other night was quite different. I was a BIT sick and a BIT tired. Which is quite normal. I was at a ball. There were many hotly dressed women. In fact, I remember thinking the exact thought of "there are lots of hot women!" This normally has the response of making any testosterone influenced male to become horny.

Except me.

I logically and rationally could see that these girls were attractive. Very attractive. And younger. Which only means that they're a lot easier to deal with. Hence dancing was done and girls were twirled etc. But that was the end of that. Nothing more, nothing less - it was just for the sake of dancing: there was no sexual chemistry in ANY of it at all! Even when someone tried holding my hand, I just let go and that was that (except for the strange look on the girls face).

Later in the night, my friend decided to try and introduce me to a girl who was very "friendly". Again, I was polite and chatted and even TRIED to like her/see her sexually, but failed miserably. It was like my appendage was doing NONE of the thinking for me! To the girl, I must've looked like some tossy-nerd who dresses reasonably, but is unable to sustain a social interaction. But really on the inside I a) didn't give a fuck and b) found the spinning disco lights sexier (nothing against the chick- she wasn't bad).

In fact, 10 minutes later, I was helping her find other guys to introduce her to.

Strange, eh?

Which brings me to the point of this post: does stuff like this happen to you? Randomly, for some given amount of time, you just stop seeing people sexually. It just completely vanishes. There is no cause for it. No trigger. Hell, for me I remember having someone naked in front of me and the same thing happened. I just lost all interest. That can't be normal, right?!

Hence I want your comments and opnions- yes, it means the poll is back!