Just had a random memory of a guy I hooked up with one.
Note - when I say hook up, I just mean kiss, not the real deal.
We went for a drunken walk at midnight, stopping on every corner, at every fence, and most peoples front yards, to make out like crazy. Kinda like they do in movies when they are so overwhelmed by passion.
Thinking back I wasn't carried away with passion, and I doubt he was either. It was almost like we were actors, so desparately wishing to feel that feeling of undeniable passion.
This made me think of my hook ups and previous relationships. Sure I've enjoyed hooking up with people, but not once have I ever felt passionate about anyone. Ever.