Boy meets boy

When I watch high school dramas such as The O.C. or One Tree Hill, I see cute boys and girls going to schools - and I sometimes wonder. Where were the hot guys when I was in school? I went to an all boys school, a mission school, so I was obviously crowded with boys of all ages and sizes. With my teenage hormones in an uproar I certainly kept a clear lookout but surely none of them looked as hot ( at that time anyway - since then some of them have grown up really, really well ) as Chad Michael Murray or even Benjamin McKenzie.

One of them who grew up really well is my own ISO. Actually read through what I wrote the last few days - and somehow horrifyingly enough, for some reason it sounds as if I'm still carrying a torch for my ISO.

It's not true! Really. Honestly. Cross my heart and all that.

Well, is it possible to still have the hots for a really cute guy without imagining anything more than that? Even though I have no intention of going through another disastrous relationship for him, I still have the occasional dirty thought when I see him walk by in his tight jeans. God, I'm only human. Of course I keep it to myself - but the shameless bastard certainly has no qualms revealing what he'd like to do to me against the fridge.

But there is no way in hell I'd consider going out with him again. That's all in the past which is why I've been going out on dates with other guys. Hopefully guys who are more into the old-fashioned notion of boy meets boy, boy gets boy, boy gets lovely suburban house with picket-fences and a golden retriever attached. Evidently, my ISO's old-fashioned fantasy is boy meets kinky orgy.