Head trip drama

Today's torment: If I wasn't such a damn chicken I could have come up with something really witty to say today when faced with Benji, my future husband and father of my future child.

But oooh nooo

What do I come up with after spending the last half an hour drooling perving on the smooth skin of his neck and the muscles of his back straining at his crisp business shirt, fantasizing about what those muscles would feel like stripped naked with my finger nails in them? "Great presentation." No buttslaps and high fives all round or "Geez you get some good toys to play with, can I play sometime?" or "here's my phone number call me tonight, you know you want to" no no just mumbling and eyes downcast, shuffling out the room. Dammit, it's his fault, that man turns me into a dry mouthed sweaty schoolgirl.

*sigh*

guess it's off to bed with my porn collection