MiSS CrazY

THOUGHTS ON SEX:

Sometimes I think my libido's abnormal for a chick. I find that I think about sex with great frequence. Perhaps it's just because I'm not having it. I wonder how often dudes think about it. If it's more than me, than poor-poor boys. They must all be suffering.

And well, I do um, "take care o' my shit" relatively often. By often, I mean several times a week. Okay, like 5 times a week. However, when I'm in a relationship, I think about sex less often and rarely "take care o' my shit"... like almost never.

Based on conversations with my friends, I seem to be an oddity in the female world.

THOUGHTS ON MEN:

Yesterday my co-workers and I somehow found ourselves discussing our elaborate fantasies. One male was present, and let's just say his eyes very well could have popped out of his head. Since I have no men to think about, my fantasies of a man have become rather involved.

In fact, I put myself to sleep with thoughts of him. He has a face. A face that I made up.

He has a face, a body, a style, a job, friends... all detailed in my fantasy of him. I've imagined our meeting. I imagined the number of dates it would take for us to kiss, 3. The number of dates it would take for us to bang, 5. He's a pleaser in el sack. I've imagined us at game night with Tall K and Little K. I've imagined him touching my knee under the table. I put my hand over his. We don't look at each other. We merely feel the other. I imagine how it would feel. I see myself holding my eyes closed for two seconds longer than a blink.

I've envisioned dates he'd take me on and things he'd say to me. About me being like no other girl he's ever met. All the standard romance cliches are present in my fantasy.

He doesn't have a name. He hasn't met my parents. We haven't passed the 5th date mark.

But he's here. Here in my head.

Yes, crazy.

But then, my co-workers began sharing their fantasies. The number of dates they'd been on with their imaginary man. One girl had a face to hers. A man she's only just seen. She's dreamt him up though. His history, how they'd finally speak. Where they'd kiss.

One girl even chimed in that she went straight to the altar with her imaginary man. Wow.

And so tonight before I fall asleep, I'll think of him.