Fantasy Man #2
I had a flatmate who, having been awake since 2am, informed me in the morning that because we both did not have men in our lives, we would have to give each other a hug every day. This proved to be a good idea. One only has to see couples walking hand-in-hand or greeting each other with a kiss, to realise that sometimes us singles can end up somewhat deprived. You probably have heard that studies conducted on monkeys showed that baby monkeys shrivalled and died if they received no affection.
A couple of weeks ago I ran into a guy I had not seen for a while. When we first met, the sexual chemistry between us was undeniable (and it was acknowledged on both sides), but the context prevented us from taking things further, had both of us been free to do so. I may have been reading too many positive thinking/self help books lately, as I was in the frame of mind that every thing happens for a reason, people come into your life at certain times for a reason etc. Anyway, when we saw each other again, we had the most wonderful hug, and the gentleman concerned was swiftly promoted to Fantasy Man #2. (for explanation of fantasy men and their uses, see a previous reference).
Due to an attack of voracious hormones, Fantasy Man #2 stayed in my mind after I'd seen him, in fact I could not get him out of my head. I decided to seek him out, with two intentions in mind 1. I wanted to know if he was free to move from Fantasy Man status to Reality Man status, and 2. I wanted another hug.
I found FM#2 where I expected to and initiated a conversation. I didn't want to give too much away in finding out the answer to my first question but was hoping I could at least ask for another (lovely) hug. FM#2 suddenly began talking to a young woman who had approached us and was explaining to her how we met. Then he said to me,"This is my darling wife, by the way". I let out a whooping laugh which was not a great response but all I could manage. I felt like I'd been hit by a brick. Not just 'my wife' but 'my darling wife'. I couldn't have had a clearer message from the universe if a place had been circling outside hauling a banner reading "X is very married - don't got there'! Actually I wasn't that bothered as I had always known he may have had a partner. Really I was just a bit stunned at how I found out, but was pleased I hadn't humiliated myself.
Of course, I never asked for a hug. I went home feeling a little empty as a result. Fantasy men have to have the one of the following attributes: Marital status unknown, or marital status potentially available!
