There was a guy at my therapists office who looked like a celebrity I had a crush on a few months ago. I kept looking at his b***. I don’t know why. His pants were so tight, he must’ve been hurting by noon. Then I pondered for a few minutes what his ethnicity would have been. I’m so glad I wore sunglasses that day or he would have noticed my eyes being glued to his torso and it would’ve been awkward. This past week I’ve developed s***** feelings towards that actor again but I’m not crushing on him anymore. The spark just isn’t there anymore. The feelings intensify daily and it makes me want to touch myself. I’ve never been so attracted to someone. Why must he be a celebrity ? Life is such a b**** sometimes. I have to fight these feelings because listing after someone I know I can’t have is just utterly retarted. But when I get aroused I can’t help but think of him because it makes it better every time. S** is boring unless I think about him. Sigh.
