The latter. I think it’s like how people can see good food and recognize it’s appeal, but don’t “get hungry”.
It’s a compelling feeling that urges us to go out of our way to satisfy a particular craving. We might indulge ourselves, but merely out of boredom or to help us unwind.
Well this explains a lot.
Until pretty recently, yes. I would say until I was about 28 I wanted to fuck every half decent looking chick I saw. It pretty much made real friendship with women impossible and contributed to the “Path of the Neckbeard” I was absolutely on.