I knew it was time.
It had to end. I had to face it, and I had to act.
I called Carrie Bailey, the hot 32 year old woman I'd now known for two years, and asked her to meet me in that favorite corner cafe we both loved so much.
"Perry, lunch was such a nice surprise," said Carrie. "Is there something on your mind?"
"Dearest Carrie," I began nervously, 'I need to tell you something."
"Yes, Perry?" Carrie asked sympathetically.
"For quite some time now, I've ... umm, err ... been having fantasies in which you and me have sex. Wild passionate uninhibited sex. "
"Gosh, Perry," Carrie fumbled, a bit embarrassed, "I'm ... I'm kind of flattered, I guess. But you don't have to tell me this."
"Yes, I do, Carrie," I said. "Because the thing is .... I'm breaking up with your fantasy!"
"I ... I beg your pardon?"
"I'm breaking up with your fantasy. Thinking about sex with you just doesn't do it for me anymore."
"What? Why?"
"Well, frankly you're starting to look a little older to me. I'm seeing wrinkles, you're not as fresh faced as you used to be, and honestly Carrie, you could afford to drop a few pounds."
"Wait a minute! Are you trying to tell me that ..."
"That's right: It's not me, it's you."
"But why don't you have me doing something new to you? I could give you one hell of a fantasy ...."
"It's no use, you've done that! You and me have done just about anything and everything, and still there's nothing happening down below!"
"I can't believe it! You can't mean it!"
"Carrie, I'm sorry but I have to break up with your fantasy."
"Well, I'm not accepting this fantasy breakup! You call me here and tell me you're not going to fantasize sex with me anymore and I'm supposed to take it?!! No way, mister!!!"
"But, Carrie, be reasonable ..."
"Are you fantasizing about someone else? Who the hell is she, the bitch! Are you thinking about boffing her right now?!!"
"That doesn't matter, Carrie, the thing is ...."
"How could you, you two-timing bastard?! Your fantasy breakup has ruined my life!!!"
For days after, Carrie was furious and wouldn't speak to me. Then one day she showed up at my doorstep.
"Perry, there's only one answer," she said. "We need to have actual sex."
And we did. And it was wonderful!
The only thing is, this last part didn't happen; it's my new Carrie Bailey fantasy. And it works great!
Breaking up is hard to do.
And fortunately for me and Fantasy Carrie Bailey, we didn't have to.
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Fare thee well, Fantasy Carrie ...
If you liked this post, you might also like Like Sex for Chocolate, Pulling a Willard, and Directress of My Dreams.
If you hated this post, I hope your fantasy girlfriend dumps you and runs off with your fantasy best friend, and I hope he's me!
