Just now I was sitting and contemplating, ‘have I gone that desperate?’ … that I am … ummm … uh … oh … fantasizing now???? I can’t believe it myself. I have been ardently against fantasizing even since I can remember. Not against, as in I forced myself never to, but I by-default never thought of things that I knew/know I can’t have. It seemed like a … a … waste of time. But this waste of time has of late started becoming a nice, sweet, use of time. Especially when after an ardous long strech of work, I feel the need to strech and not look at the monitor, I think of Dino. :) I’ll spare you the gory details though :) I understand it’ll be a tad too much for your fragile sensitivity. I have a very nice idea of an all nu porn website now. :) Another media to channelize all my “creative” thought. Hmmm…

I remember the first time I liked the named Dino. It was when I’d started reading Flintstones. Dino, the little puppy dinosaur. I just loved that character. Maybe its that old-time affection for that Dino, that made my heart, or rather, mind, warm towards our Dino, the charming one. … the one with the sexy beard now. As a growing teenager, I had never imagined that I could ever like any guy with even a hint of a beard. I was a hard-core smooth-skin lover. :) Veer never liked any guy I went out with. He disliked them with a vengence. Now I think maybe he found them all pansies. :) I first discovered my penchant for beards when my then husband started sporting one. I really liked it. So much that after sometime, when he was planning to get rid of it, I insisted that he keeps it, which he did, against his wishes … and his mother’s. Since then, I have noticed that I rather like guys with nicely trimmed beards … uh … but then again just to look at. Cos it does not feel good on the lips. :-/ There’s this another hunk (I think so), on TV currently, who looks damn … nice. Not only a beard, he also has a nice pony tail that suits him terribly. And those sea-blue eyes. I could sink in them, and just die. *sigh* I wonder if he wears lenses.

I like this. This state of being able to enjoy fantasizing. No thinking of people, who promise they’ll call and never do. No yearning, for pointless, un-practical fulfillment of redundant desires that take you nowhere in life. You dream for a while, feel good, and back to work, back to being able to improve your life. Devote time to activities that do you good and do good for those aroud you.

Dino! Its nice being with you. :-)