There are periods of time when I receive no attention from the opposite sex. Zero. I go through entire days bored because there is no one to G-chat with, my phone lacks text activity and I experience extended lapses of involuntary celibacy (I still stand by the fact that I'm not a hoe, however as a grown ass single woman—I still get mine).

The dry spells are the worst. I begin to doubt myself and wonder why the universe has decided to be so cruel to me.

Then when I feel like it's time to join a convent and forget about men altogether—an arbitrary down pour of attention arrives at my doorstep. There is no rhyme or reason and I have absolutely no control of when this happens. Trust me, I'm analytic as hell. I can't figure it out.

All of the sudden a random man will hit on me and it will start a chain reaction.

Rando will hit on me > Mr. Summertime Fine decides it's a good time to get under my radar (again) and proceeds to send a text my way > Mr. History calls me to catch up > New New Work Crush (yeah, there's a new one) decides to take the seat next to me and chat for 10 minutes to shoot the shit and talk about dating (mind you, we have absolutely no projects or reason to work together/speak to each other) > Mr. Bad News Bear is present in all this, making sure he still has a place on the team roster > and I am simultaneously G-chatting with at least three of these men during the day.

All of this has occurred in the matter of the past 24 hours, and its not the first time I've gotten overwhelmed by the coincidental attention. I can't tell you why or when or how… but when it rains, it pours.

However, I already know. I can't get accustomed to the days where its raining men, because another drought can spring up any time.