Living in a Fantasy
I was in excellent spirits and wanting to celebrate after a great second job interview yesterday. So when “Fred” (also known as friend with benefits) called to say he was getting off work and in my neighborhood, and asked if I wanted to get together, I jumped at the chance. I ran home to change out of my suit and heels and into my fantastic new winter boots with furry lining, and met him at Starbucks. Neither of us had eaten, so we walked up the street to grab some dinner and a drink.
What I’ve always liked about Fred is that we have completely open and honest communication. There was a point in the conversation last night where we looked at each other and acknowledged that we’re not going to end up together, but we do have a well established comfort level, and I knew he would be excited about my prospect of success. He’s the one I always turn to when I need someone to fill the role a relationship would play.
We’ve also always been able to talk openly about fantasies. We moved to the bar and ended up sitting next to a fish tank, which brought up that I’ve always wanted to spend the night on a huge bed of pillows after hours in an aquarium (and yes, I had that idea before I saw Romeo and Juliet). There’s just something seductive about the soft lighting and the idea of being surrounded by water.
After dinner and a few drinks, we decided to head back to his apartment. We both knew exactly what this meant, so once we got in the door, it wasn’t long before the lights were out and were headed towards the bed. As he reached down to unzip my boots, I stopped him. I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of wearing shoes and nothing else, and what better opportunity than with my new boots? Fred was more than willing to oblige.
After changing into pajamas and crawling under the covers to actually get some sleep, Fred turned to me and insisted that from now on, every time I saw him I had to wear the boots, and only we would know the unspoken meaning. We nicknamed them my “lucky boots”, and I won’t be able to help cracking a smile every time I put them on this winter.
The tough thing about fantasies is that they never last. Sure I had a good time last night, but the other fantasy I was living is the comfort of someone to sleep next to. Fred is a great substitute for companionship when I need it, but what I need is to find someplace new to meet a prospective date. As great as the fantasy sounds, he’s not going to ride up on a white horse (or fancy car) and sweep me off my feet.