You know you've thought about it, though.
In the deepest, darkest recesses of your imagination, it's there.
You don't tell anyone your secret thoughts, not even your best friend, but they're there.
At night, when you're going to sleep, you let them out to play. Images of your favorite band boy or girl. Crazy AU scenarios where they are IN YOUR STARBUCKS AND NEED A DOLLAR. SEQUENCE OF CRAZY EVENTS, THEN SEXING.
Whatever.
Your shame. Show me it.
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One of my best friends lives in Chicago, right? So, say I go to visit her and she gets called into work for some kind of emergency. What kind of emergency happens in a library, I don't know, but work with me.
So I'm left to my own devices in Chicago. I decided to wander around downtown, do a little shopping, maybe visit a couple of the museums, stop by the fountain from Married With Children. Your basic Chicago things. I'm walking along and my phone rings or something to distract me from watching where I'm going and BAM! I run into someone and hit the ground (for I am actually that clumsy). It turns out Mr. Bob Bryar is totally apologetic for running me down and am I hurt and how about a coffee or something to make up for it?
*hand waving of getting to know you and mutual 'you're awesome' and long distance calls*
And then there is sexing. Lots of it.