I love to fantasize about everything. I create huge stories in my head and I´m so into it. So many expectations are created through this process, that I get exhausted by just thinking about it.
It happens a lot with man. I have the face that I show to the outside which is I don´t need anyone and leave me the fuck alone. And I have the face that is real.
When I meet someone I like and the sex is good (that´s a must), I dream about everything with them. The fucking baby (I don´t even want babies…), the fucking weeding (I would absolutely hate the attention of getting married..) and all the drama that would come with the divorce.
While all of this is happening in my mind, nothing or very little it happening in real life.
I´m a fucking fantasy machine.