The other day I caught myself fantasizing after a practically tall, goodlooking guy gave me a this heart-melting, sexy smile. But what got me was this: my fantasizing was completely non-sexual. What kind of gay does that make me ?
*I fantasized about the guy kissing me.
*I fantasized about the guy hugging me.
*I fantasized about the guy holding me in his arms and telling me he loved me.
In that moment, I felt loved and completely at peace with the world. A warm glow filled my being and I was lost to it. The fantasy shown so brilliantly in my mind that I must have looked pretty damn stupid standing there staring after the guy with my mouth hanging open and the glint of tears shining in my eyes. But I didn't give a shit, these moments are too few...What do you know, I’m a fuckin' romantic.