Wait, you don’t imagine elaborate narratives where, say, Adrien Brody’s car breaks down in a stretch in the wilderness with nothing but your cabin for miles. So he walks toward the only structure and I’m there studying mosses and it’s so remote I have a sat phone I let him use to call for help, but it’ll be a while so I make him some tea and we get to talking. Night falls before help comes so I light a fire in the pit and let him borrow a sweater I stole from an ex and pull out a bottle of whiskey I was saving for something special but it’s special enough. It keeps us chatting untill the early hours when a tow truck finally shows and I see him off. When I get home from my studies I find a package waiting for me—it’s the sweater he borrowed, a thank you card, and a bottle of fine whiskey?
(I’m uncomfortable sexually fantasizing about real people.)
MissJinx@lemmy.world 1 week ago
hm I see. That’s not how it works for women (usually)
locahosr443@lemmy.world 6 days ago
That’s really just describing gooners and teenagers… I don’t think most of us not permanently online guys think like that
DaPorkchop_@lemmy.ml 6 days ago
That is fair, I’m only a few years out of my teens. I guess it’ll require more intent in the future once puberty completely wraps up?