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I just don’t seem to be getting chatted up as much as I used to and I find myself, uncharacteristically, without the desire to seduce men. I’m sure I cannot be the only person suffering from this horrific condition so let us contemplate briefly the possible causes and potential solutions to this issue.
I have of late had a couple of close calls where I almost became embroiled in actual relationships. Unnecessary as this was, I believe that in becoming comfortable with the company of a certain man, I lost my drive to pursue other men and in radiating this apparent (but short-lived) contentment with one particular male, I lost the attentions of others.
So if you find yourself currently mojo-less as I do, then think over recent romantic events; have you gone starry-eyed over one particular individual who you do not, or no longer have any special involvement with? If this is the case then be aware; the opposite sex can sense your disinterest and of course nobody wants to be second best. Therefore try, as I am, to put the old object of your affections behind you and focus on having fun with potential new romantic and/or sexual interests.
My second (and slightly more dubious) theory is that my housemate has stolen my mojo. Having endured a substantial period of sexual drought, she now seems to be fighting them off with a stick ever since my own love life has dried up. Clearly there is only a certain amount of mojo that can be contained within one house at any given time and having had, arguably, more than my fair share, my luck has run out.
My third theory is that I have suddenly become particularly unattractive to the opposite sex. However, this clearly cannot be the reason (or so I tell myself), people do not suddenly become universally repulsive. Unless they stop washing...which I haven’t. So it’s far more likely to be bad luck.
There are, I believe, two options in this situation; either accept the loss and hope that the gods of mojo take pity and return it soon, or risk their wrath and fight for it. I choose the latter.
My plan is thus; I shall go out looking great and radiating all the charm, intelligence and humour I can muster. I will be open to talking to new men and shall not compare them to the last one. I will tell myself that I still possess my mojo, it has merely been hibernating. It has certainly not been stolen from me by my thieving siren of a housemate (I’m not bitter...)
Don’t worry mojo-fans and fellow mojo-less readers, I will try for me, for you and for this glorious mojo column, which deserves to be filled with tales of my sexual exploits and misadventures, to recapture my seductive powers and entertain you once again.
P.S. Any advice or offers of a date welcome.
There's always the option of lowering your standards 
you could just make it all up. i know that's normally frowned upon with salacious sex columns, but nobody would have to know..
Never fear... I feel my mojo drying up- it is probably returning to you as we speak. Love from you favourite theiving siren.
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