So now even Vitex is an anaphrodisiac?
It’s hard enough attracting the gaze of wannabe beaus with not-so-miniature Vesuvius’ erupting all over my face, but to learn that the one thing that prevents the Pompei reenactments is the very same thing that’s reducing my libido?
How can this be remotely fair?
And why is a 42-and-three-quarters year old woman still doing with acne?
And where is the scientific proof that copious amounts of Snickers bars are bad for you?
Then again it’s probably just as well that my libido is quelled, as I’m not sure my brain could handle dreaming of chucks of hunks every third second of the day.
Ms Vitexed M.
