Glued At The Genitals.

The bunny rabbit phase is virtually inescapable. Most often, the beginning stages of a relationship leave two lovebirds attached at the loins, like they're magnetized. Time and unfavorable situations (also known as drama) usually demagnetize those thangs, but not before circumstances get all twisted up beyond recognition.

It takes a while for the smoke to clear, for your vision to de-cloud and land on 20/20 ground again, and the rose-colored glasses usually weigh heavy on your face and slip off. Real desires extending beyond the libido are highlighted. Often times when our bodies are pleased, we neglect to realize that other aspects of our romantic lives are existing unfulfilled. Even imperfect lovers seek someone who is adamant about fidelity, both in principle and in practice. We need stability, which we come across after trust has been formed. Trust takes time, and can be shattered instantly. Sometimes we would rather not know something that hurts us, than be wounded by the truth.

It's not uncommon for young lovers, mostly females, to assuage their internal concerns with sexual satisfaction. Good dick seems to be good enough compensation for suspicions that probably can be validated with enough effort (i.e. snooping or other "OD" things that crazed and "crazy" girlfriends are brought to). What do you say when you think someone is cheating? What can you say when you have a feeling that something isn't right, and that physical chemistry is masking these problems?

Remember that dumb ass song "I Don't Wanna Know" by Mario Winans? He makes a good point, when it comes to affairs of the heart as opposed to the brain. Sometimes the fumes from being glued at the genitals seem to deplete the brain cells associated with common sense.