I had a dream this morning that my ecology professor (male, late age but young-looking and in shape), shirtless, was ruggedly standing on a mountainside approaching me inquiring about something. I was so fluttered by his amazing hotness I kept stuttering and couldn’t find the answer to his question.
Oh my god. He was so fucking handsom.
I felt so gay. I was in love.
Romance is amazing.
Then my mom snapped at me in the back violently. I was scarred and horrified.
Then I woke up.