Another effect the dawning of spring has on me is what I call Mating Season. As soon as the snowdrops and daffodils bloom, I become what can only be described as a raging horny sex animal.
It starts off small, but noticeable - the Horn, I mean - and grows until anything that moves seems fair game. I don't go around humping everything I see, but I certainly feel like doing so.
I'm not sure if my sex drive diminishes over the winter period. If it doesn't, then every spring I add another layer of hot drooling sexual energy to my person. I'll be a fucking monster in my sixties.
