I must admit there are times when I have a very dysfunctional relationship with punting. I've texted girls in the morning and actually been quite relieved when they didn't respond by the afternoon when I was 'hoping' to see them. It's almost as though I'm 'schizophrenic' - there's one side of me that's urging me not to miss opportunities to fuck new nubile girls - and another side of me that would really just prefer a quiet life.
Philip Larkin puts it well in his poem "Wants" .....
"Beyond all this, the wish to be alone:
However the sky grows dark with invitation-cards
However we follow the printed directions of sex
However the family is photographed under the flag-staff -
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone.
Beneath it all, the desire for oblivion runs:
Despite the artful tensions of the calendar,
The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites,
The costly aversion of the eyes away from death -
Beneath it all, the desire for oblivion runs."
I feel that "desire for oblivion" very often - but maybe I'm just weird.