At a friends wedding last week, there was a woman I saw who was a member of the bridal party. She was married, and had two children. Ordinarily, I am not like this and can easily dismiss these kind of thoughts, but the minute I saw her, I was so overwhelmingly attracted to her that I had to keep fighting the urge to stare. At one point, I saw the opportunity to casually introduce myself, and the sheer proximity of her body to mine at that point was enough to stir a primal desire inside me. As she walked away, I imagined making love to her, and taking her places her husband had never gone s*******. She lives halfway across the country, and if she were reading this, she would probably know who I am. (And I don’t care.)