Clean Romantic Fantasies....is there such a thing?

Mmmm what do we find romantic. I went through my mind and pictured romantic, and clean, daydreams. The first time I ever did this was in my second semester of my Sophomore year at college. Before that all my romantic imaginings had been innapropriate....sike! It has just never crossed my mind to think romantically....or let myself think romantically, in a totally pure way.

The first thing I ever pictured was Jamba Juice--this is the best smoothy place ever. If you go get Mango-a-go-go. Of course thats not really romantic so I had to step it up. In my mind I pictured the Jamba Juice in a mans hand. Still this was a limited imagination. So eventually this little idea became a full blown day dream. It consisted of me being woken up by a man with a Jamba in one hand and "The Dark Knight" in the other. He offers me his hand--as the princes' do in Disney Movies--and I accept. He then escorts me to the couch and there we share a Jamba and appreciate the best movie of 2008.

Now this day dream seemed a little lame to many of my friends so I decided to step it up even more. This time I am at the beach, alone. I walk along enjoying the crashing waves that soak my legs and modest knee length shorts. In the back of my mind I am thinking of how I wished the man I loved was there. Suddenly, I feel hands on my shoulders. I panic for a moment but as I am turned toward my captor I realize that its my love. He has come as I wished him to. We walk on the crowded board walk and make jokes and amazing comebacks--sometimes a great comeback will make my day amazing-- and then we become quiet as we reach the end of the boardwalk and make our way to the ocean. Its pitch black and as the waves caress my legs his hand caresses mine. I am in love. And so we share a......

Still this sounds a little cheesy too. So lets move to my final romantic and totally appropriate romantic daydream. This one seems the most appropriate. It starts in front of a fireplace....get your mind out of the gutter, we are not going there! No instead we are sitting on the floor, leaning back on the couch; at least he is, I am in his arms. Theres a book in front of me, preferably a classic novel. It doesn't have to be some chick one either. Mark Twain always works for me. I love reading out loud and so I am reading to him while the fire casts a warm cozy glow over the room and us. We take turns reading and periodically stop to discuss the book and just talk about the topic at hand. Oh man, sooooo romantic.

Anyway now that you are drooling from my amazing romantic fantasies, which are totally clean and not jaded by todays conventionalities, why don't you try thinking up your own.