Obsession
I think I might be in love with a guy I haven’t even met. By “in love,” I mean, deeply infatuated. Should the time come for me to finally be with a guy, I want the lucky guy to be someone like him.
I am not exactly someone you could call a “hopeless romantic.” Even try scratching hopeless, and it’ll still be way off from describing who I truly am. No, I am someone you could call a cynic in every possible way, unless the occasion seriously warrants otherwise (say, a marriage of two people who truly, really, honestly have a chance of, well, lasting). But I guess we all have a bit of a romantic in all of us, thus, the mini-obsession with one guy.
But as far as I know, this guy is of marriageable age, has spent most of his life under the limelight, and yet has not been known to have any love interests so far. And as far as my experience goes, I am usually attracted to guys who are either taken (and sadly, happy in their current relationships), or gay. Or, worse, BOTH! This guy seems to be in the worst spheres of my attraction fears: he’s single, and yet very available, but I’m attracted to him! He must be gay.
Oh yes. He must be gay. Time to move on to my next obsession.