As you all know, I originally posted here as a graduate student in social/evolutionary psychology, which was great because it gave me the perfect excuses for reading on, writing on, and revolving my life around sexual , , attractiveness, sexual selection, and mate selection. Highbrow posturing about this domain of "study" really made my clit hard.

But, alas! Economic times are tough, even for those of us in the most rigorous of academic circles. I suffered some discouraging experiences in graduate school. My first adviser was too involved in investigating his own homosexuality to ever give my tight twig-like frame the lap-down that it deserved. My mentor left me for his wife. I was living in an isolated wasteland (not good for those supposedly "anonymous" hookups). And lastly, my funding was entirely cut because the school couldn't understand how significant my Pornhub profile was to my serious research agenda.

I needed to take a break, move to a real place with my fiance, and focus on making money or at least having a real job of some sort. My proclivities obviously have a career track set for me outside of academia.

This is where my blog is most important on a scholastic and personal level. Now I can engage in my "social experiments" more openly.

Here's the scoop for all of my subscribers. My new address is in Waltham, so I'm not too far from Boston if you're willing to commute (Maybe dozens of you were asking me, so here's your answer!). My fiance is in the dark (or in denial) about my (now) autodidactic project, so there's no need to worry about him. Just make sure to drop me off at the address on my Massachusetts driver's license after you've received my implicit consent beforehand. I don't like the after-effects of Rohypnol, so please just offer me some Ambien and you'll be mine for the night.

Happy hunting!

Also, I've added a few new pictures, so be sure to comment on them, as well. Your sensual comments really make me swell with pride and vaginal plasma.

This weekend, I had to stay late to finish some of the preparation for the psychology lab (Those questionnaire papers have to be stacked well, people!). Well, my boyfriend called me from Scottsdale just to tell me that he was feeling bored and horny, and that he wanted to hear my voice over the phone while he spanked it. Now, a woman of my caliber wouldn't usually submit to this sort of thing, but I nodded along and faked the orgasm sounds to keep him happy.

That's when he ruined it! After he finished fulfilling his little impulse, he had the nerve to tell me that I sounded a little hoarse, and that I should pop a few Halls tablets next time I dirty talk him! Doesn't he realize that I have more than a dozen aspiring psychology undergraduates that I could manipulate to satisfy my tormented pleasures. I'm sure the boys (and maybe some of the hotter girls) in the front row wouldn't mind earning some extra credit cleaning the coochie cobwebs under my desk during my office hours (It's enough to make me wish we graduate students didn't have to share office space!). I doubt that they would have anything to say about my voice. Ugh!

It's been weeks since I left my boyfriend's place and got back to business here at NMSU. Now I'm back to the daily grind of Intro to Psych classes with a bunch of halfwits and retards. I've barely started and I feel like I need a break from it all.

Not only that, I'm so far from the man that I love (when he's around, I mean) that sometimes I begin to wonder whether a long distance commitment will really work. I need a man to make me XXX, if that makes sense. I really wish I could explain it on Darwinian grounds. It's just that when I don't get laid, I start to feel fat and disgusting. I'd almost resort to some of my freshmen, but they just can't keep me intellectually and physically stimulated. Alas...

In light of this predicament, I've decided to send a shout out to all of the men (and maybe cute strap-on ladies) out there. You'll probably spot me out with some girlfriends at a bar or local get together. If you do, please don't be XXX and talk to me. I may be a bit standoffish at first, but I'm just playing hard to get with you (It's just a little experiment I'm performing.). Don't pursue it too hard, though! I don't want to get or anything (wink, wink), but I do like assertive men who can see past my initial resistance. Believe me when I say that if you do, it will definitely work out!

If you want to exchange a few messages beforehand, I'm totally up for that, but try not to go spreading this around. I want to stay as discreet as possible.