Fantasy Interlude

 It's really not as salacious as it sounds.  It's more Disney than R rated.

I may not be the sunny optimistic person on love, but I have had some wishful thinking moments.  For anyone who hasn't watched Say Anything, watch it.  The scene where John Cusack holds up the boom box isn't the iconic part.  It's the first scene where he tells his friends who happen to be girls that he's going to ask out Diane Court.  They discourage him not to do it and give him all the reasons.  They tell him that they don't want to see him get hurt.  He doesn't want to get discouraged.  He wants to do it and tells them, I want to get hurt!  It was about him taking a chance on love and if he was going down?  He was going down in flames and I love that opening scene.  There's other parts but it was his character's optimism that struck a chord with me.  

Here's the fantasy or the wish that I had over the years and it would be after I had an appointment or a test.  I would normally go to the closest Starbucks and park on a side street.  I would sometimes wish as I would walk the block over that I was going to visit my boyfriend.  Why does that word sound so foreign?  My friend?  My male friend?  He would be working from his apartment or home for the day or have the day off maybe.  He would maybe have a dog that's sweet natured and very mellow.  It's ok if he likes cats, but I might have some explaining to do when I get home.  I can do that.  I'd bring him a coffee and it would be on me because he does way too much for me and I so adore him.  

He is a shy person but like Lloyd he was brave enough to say, Hey, you want to go get coffee and talk?  He would probably feel apologetic that I don't drink coffee but he would get over it when I explain I like a good cake pop and that there are other drinks than coffee.  I'm going because I like him and I would like to spend time talking to him.  There is just something so kind and gentle about this person.  He has like a quiet strength about him and that's really awesome about him.  

He's like a teacher or does something that helps people's lives.  He knows a lot and he's smart but not the type of smart that would belittle me because I don't know as much.  He may have a kid or two that are older and spend time with him.  He might have a son with a smart mouth but a kind heart.  Or a daughter that leans on him for strength because he's just a good human.

I would see him to let him know how things went.  He would take a break and sit with me.  I could just lean into him on the couch and feel his hand holding mine while he talks a lot.  I don't care if he talks a lot. I just hope he doesn't mind that I just want to listen and take him in.  It would just be for twenty minutes or so.  A nice break from the world before we both had to go back to work or our day.  Just a sweet moment in time to feel comfort and warmth.

Pretty sexy stuff, I know.  It's sometimes those things that seem small to others that mean the world to someone else.


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