Just say 'no'... to hormones

A lot of the time, I let my hormones think for me. When I allow this to happen, the end result is never good. Monday night was no exception. If my hormones could talk, it probably would've gone something like this...

Hormones: Yay, [fucker's name here] wants to see us! We've been dying for some good action.
Me: No, this is totally a booty call.
Hormones: So? He rocks our world.
Me: Yah, but I feel scummy afterward.
Hormones: But the glowing post-sex feeling is totally worth it!
Me: NO! He's a liar, a cheater, and an all-around fuckstick who just happens to be good in the sack.
Hormones: But I've been raging! I need some relief via hot, sweaty sex!
Me: I can't.
Hormones: Think of how good it is...
Me: I shouldn't.
Hormones: And that thing he does with his tongue...
Me: I'll regret it.
Hormones: For hours...
Me: I dunno.
Hormones: And his big, perfect...
Me: Ok, let's go.