Fantasies: A Rambling

You know, it just occurred to me how much time I spent fantasizing about things. How much time we all spend fantasizing. More often than not, I think it's about something that we know probably won't happen. Obviously, it's something we want to happen.

Like me, for example. At my sleepaway camp, there is an extremely hot guy counselor, who happens to be in college. (I'm not, if you were wondering.) He wasn't at camp this past summer, and I'm not sure if he's going to be going back again. Heck, I'm not sure I'm going to be going back again. So, I've indulged some nice little fantasies that involve me and him, in one of the day camper cabins that are empty at night, and well... you can fill in the blanks. 

The chances of that happening are quite slim. Really? Huh. I guess this the first time I'm really acknowledging that. But I still daydream about returning to camp this summer and having a hot fling with a college guy, because lets face it, it's enough to make any high school girl's toes curl. And everytime I see a picture of him on Facebook, I get a weird  feeling in my stomach.

By now you're probably wondering what point is. Honestly, I got none. I said I would post once a week, and this was what popped in my head today, so I decided to ramble on about it.

If anyone has something to add, feel free to comment.