sugarpill

I have this weird fantasy lately. I was with somebody else in the mall and there were all these disgusting prom dresses. That's probably redundant, since by definition prom dresses are disgusting. Maybe that's why people are so eager to take them off. I don't know. But as soon as we saw them we started making jokes about how much it must suck to shop for one of those ugly things with your mother. And later I thought about how my prom was horrible, and I'd never had sex with a girl who was wearing a prom dress. Isn't that an important part of my teenage years? Some rite of passage? And it started to grow on me. This silly little fantasy. My brain filled in all the details. Now, if only, if only...