In Fantasy Land, he never turns out to be a lousy kisser and he always remembers your birthday.

[grammargirl]

I've developed this thoroughly random, conviently distracting 30-second crush on penguinboi/Ben Affleck Lookalike Guy (GBALG for short).

Do you ever have one of those moments where you see someone attractive of your preferred sex, and within the space of thirty seconds you have this whole encapsulated vision of your entire relationship, from first date to snuggling on the couch watching movies you've both seen a hundred times, to spectacular fights followed by even more spectacular make-up sex, to picking out your wedding dress and deciding whether you'll keep your name or take his, having kids and growing old together?

I keep imagining us 5 years from now, sitting in some offbeat little restaurant with delicious clam chowder, laughing about how we met when I was stressing out about my thesis and he was chugging down caffeine so he could get through his own paper, and how funny is it that these things always happen when you least expect them?

We haven't, by the way, come closer than about 6 feet away from each other all night. I don't know his name and haven't so much as heard his voice. It's entirely possible that he's a prick and even more possible that he has a girlfriend, but the upside to Melanie's Fantasy Land is that I never have to find out. Part of me wants to walk over there and offer him a Tagalong peanut butter patty from the half-empty box sitting next to me, but of course that would spoil the fantasy and in any case I am nothing if not a coward.

All of which is to say I told ya so, quixoticdancer. I win the pathetic contest every time.

And now if you'll excuse me, I must return to being mocked by the pitiful just-under-a-page of thesis I've written tonight.

Comments

[ubersaurus.livejournal.com]

I know how you feel, it's really easy to just stick to fantasy land. But I've found that you tend to regret never finding these things out. And a lovely girl like you, how could he refuse? ;p

[quixoticdancer.livejournal.com]

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<i.Do you ever have one of those moments... </i>

Why, yes. Yes, I do. All the damn time.

But I just love this post. You can <i>write</i>, girl!

[lindsaygail.livejournal.com]

Yes. There's a cashier who works at the kroger near my house who I know exactly what our kids would look like, and what we fight about, and how we would make up, and what songs he would play for me on his guitar. (Assuming he has a guitar, I really have no idea, but I SUSPECT he's a musician.) We've never actually spoken though.