you know you’re crushing hard when you see the eye-candy walk in after the weekend just had, and just seeing his beautiful blue eyes and you’re set adrift on memory bliss (to borrow, if i may, from the brilliant pm dawn track,) recalling fondly already that ten minute lift he gave you home last friday evening.
…remembering when he showed you how his phone synced with his car radio… how at the second set of traffic lights he cracked wise about an incident earlier in the day… how as he walked off after dropping you off, the vision of his departing little almost-non-existent-because-he’s-so-skinny-yet-holy-carola-crap-is-it-a-goodie butt was sound-tracked to the sounds of prepubescent choir boys rejoicing in song…
ok, actually sound-tracked to the usual noises associated with the main entry way to a busy supermarket on a friday evening. but in my memory, those boys sang their smooth nut-sacks off…!
but don’t be alarmed at my what may appear obsessive state. i’m no stalker or anything of the like. and he’s not the only boy i see / know who rings my bell. i obsess, fantasize, imagine (and re-imagine actual experiences!) with them in equal measure. all in the mind thanks to an incredible knack i have of falling hard for straight boyz.
and the handful that are actually gay too are all taken. or way out of my league!
ah well, memorial bliss is not all bad… especially with a particularly vivid imagination! and great source material. i may fall for straight boyz, but damn…at least i fall for the hot-as-fuck ones!