In my head men talk like women and I’m as horny as a teenage boy

obviously that statement from my coworker had an affect on me I wrote about it twice.   In my head men talk like women and I’m as horny as a teenage boy(I’m as horny as a teenager in reality too I just don’t act on it).

This guy that I caught myself fantasizing about is blond may even have yellow hair, is scrawny, walks with his feet out, has heavy rimmed glasses and may be shorter than me.

He started out the conversation in the typical way, “Will you have sex with me?” I’m sure there must have been more dialog between us that lead up to this I just don’t remember what it was.

And like any virgin would, I replied, “I would love to have sex with you, but I make it a rule to try my hardest not to have sex with someone I just met.”

“So let’s get to know each other.”

“Ok, but it’s probably better you know up front that I try my hardest not to have sex with someone I’m not married to. No matter how sexy he is.”

“You think I’m sexy?” Because what guy wouldn’t ask this question.

“You’re the only guy I know who can wear a kitty shirt and I don’t want to pants you. Well I do but not to humiliate you. I want your pants off for other reasons.”

“Other reasons?” he asks so not to miss understand me.

“Will you have sex with me?” I’m asking him this time. So much for trying really hard.

I’m very sexually active in my head. The other day I was talking to a coworker about missing work because I had hurt my back and couldn't get out of bed. He asked me how I’d hurt it.

After I’d replied with “I don’t know”

another coworker had replied to that same question, “Too much sex” I was delighted with her answer and wondered if she thought I was capable of having too much sex, having sex at all, that I was so gorgeous that men were all over me, or what? Whatever she meant I took it as a complement and wondered if I could be having a ton of sex and if so how come no one’s telling me.  I mean I’m very sexually active in my mind but could I be out here in real life, that is if it weren't for my convictions.

In my head everyone is as much in love with me as I am them. All the guys at work adore me, and the guy (this word has been edited from its original 3 word more reveling words for my peace of mind.) I’m in love with wants me.