the woman i love

oh my god, i love this woman. her name is . . . nevermind. she is gorgeous and fucking brilliant and SO, SO out of my league and i've worshipped her ever since we were lost in a van in manhattan together after visiting the sex toy store. i wonder if she remembers the handcuffs i liked and picked out for myself?

i have lots of crushes on lots of people. most of them (including the one mentioned above) have no clue i'm alive. that's not always a bad thing.