Lately, since the whole breakup, my mind keeps wandering in ero-fantasy land. It’s bad enough that I can’t control myself day dreaming anytime or anywhere, but does it have to be with an imaginary dude that my mind conjures (prolly from all the [hot] guys that I’ve met or seen in my young and restless life) ? I have no clue if it’s any better if you fantasize about someone you DO know, but at least you don’t seem like a crazy nitwit when you share that hot sex scene that keeps replaying in your mind with your friends.
Again while I was in the bus today, going back home after work, it happened. I stared off in space and dreamed of being in Hawaii by myself, looking for some adventure. At a small and cozy restaurant by the beach, I met an unbelievably gorgeous guy, which is kinda ridiculous when I put it that way, since his face was blurred in my mind. We hit it off and hooked up after a few rounds of heavy flirting and petting down by the beach (I’ll leave myself a little modesty). Then, forces of human nature–or to be exact, WOman nature–came crashing in… I went back to Montreal, he came and joined me and we lived happily ever after. Sucks to say, but I really do need a reality check. I do hate the fact that it always goes from erotic/sensual to romance and then finally, to dull. It’s a friggin’ fantasy for cryin’ out loud!!
