Crazy, crazy, crazy. →[More:]
This is a gyob post.
I saw a guy I used to hang with back in my late teens/early twenties. He asked me out back in the day, I blew him off. I kick myself for all of the people that liked me but I never returned interest because I thought they couldn't be serious.
Anyway, this guy is most likely an alcoholic and I think he only wears a shirt because he has to. And oh yeah, he's happily married with a small child.
He's cute and likable and I've had two beautiful and delicious dreams starring him and me since I've seen him.
When I'm driving I find myself daydreaming about him and look for his truck on the road and just generally think about him more than I should. I start to think about the ways I could see him and how I could flirt with him, and how I could present myself in such a way that he would fall head over heels in love with me. Loco, I know.
He's married. I'm married. I've lost my mind. What if I did flirt with him? Then what? I would never do anything. Why do I torture myself? I ain't ever satisfied. Ever.