I Don't Get It

I had sex again last night.  Twice.  And I also had a non-sex date with someone on Friday night.

It doesn't make much sense to me.

I have three theories:

1)  Unemployment makes me more attractive.  Which I think unlikely.

OR

2)  The focus of my desperation has now shifted, so I'm not currently capable of sabotaging my love/sex life.  Which I'll admit is possible.

OR

3)  In the Delayed Reaction Department, my psyche has finally decided that if Alan Keyes believes I'm a selfish hedonist, I'm damn well going to earn the title.  Which is just weird.  Yet strangely Uvonesque at the same time.

*shrug*