I am a young woman in my prime. I'm supposed to be all crazy about men and stuff, right?

Once not long ago, while walking down the street, I had the thought after a string of various 'cat calls': "Why does everybody in this world want to have sex except for me?"

Why, child?

I can of course, objectively consider a person handsome, or cute, or striking, but when it comes to actually being stirred; it has, with a few exceptions, been lost on me for quite some time.

I guess I could consider this a blessing, taking certain things into account.