Fantasy Guy Stories Can Be Creative
Fictional stories can be diverting and therapeutic to write. So, have you ever considered writing a fictional story about your fantasy guy? If you are single and not thrilled with the dating scene, then writing a story about your dream guy can be an amusing way to release some of your irritation and disappointment. Even if you are married and in a situation where you feel neglected by a spouse, sometimes writing about the fantasy guy in your mind can be a cathartic way to get a bit of release. Some people will balk at the notion of a woman in a relationship making up a fantasy guy, but it is perfectly innocent, and not anymore daring than reading a romance novel or watching a steamy movie. Who knows, maybe you could turn this fantasy story into a romance novel one day, which would be a great achievement as a creative writer.
So what kind of fantasy guy did I use to dream about? Years ago I had this made up story about a man with an Australian or British accent who would become infatuated with me. My crush would might be a guy I chatted with a few times online, and I had the most ridiculous ideas about it. I even once started chatting with some Australian guy in real life, and even posited about how I might move there after talking to him for only six weeks. This was several years back, but I used to have this thing for men with Australian and British accents, and I am not sure why. It was the most ridiculous and absurd thing in the world. The man I told this to about moving to Australia, well the next day he got mad at me when I revealed I would not be doing that. I am not sure why I even had some online romance with a guy I had never met, I think it only played into my fantasy at the time.
Sometimes I find myself being enchanted by, or having romantic fantasies about Aussie men I have only interacted with a few times. It is all just a passing thing. My friend pointed out maybe I have this fantasy with only having superficial flirtations with men because nothing ever works out with men in my real life, and I think she is probably right about that. I actually got to the point where I just have decided it is best for me to be single, and only date a man who seeks me out. I am happy being single, and I realize my little fantasy with Australian and British men was all a very silly and fleeting thing. There was something so romance novely about it: meeting a man with a smoldering foreign accent that could turn me on by simply saying he was going to close the door, or fetch the newspaper. For some reason the ordinary day-to-day American accent of men around me just did not do it; I wanted a British or Australian accent. Where did this bizarre notion come from, but it was not something I was craving all the time, it was only a passing fantasy.
The Dark Haired Australian Guy Who Does Not Exist
So awhile back I had this fantasy about an Australian guy with an alluring name such as Nicodemia Sarconia. He would be about my age in his early thirties, and he would be part Syrian like me. Something about dating a guy with dark hair like mine, glasses, and maybe 5'8 was pretty alluring in my fantasy. I am not sure why, but there would just be something sexy about dating a guy with a cute Australian accent, but who is part Syrian in that we both have shared experiences with grandparents who talked about the Middle Eastern foods of their youth. We might even make Syrian lentils and rice together for nostalgia purposes because I truly have a fondness for that dish since I remember my grandpa talking a lot about it growing up. In my fantasy he would be a rich businessman and we would spend part of the time in Sydney, and part of the time here in Southern California. We would not have any children because I do not want any, but we would make dinner and enjoy it together in front of the TV. This is all a fantasy mind you, but actually I only would want a relationship with a guy like that. He does not exist, so that is why I am single. Well not really because in real life I would be open to a man who genuinely cares about me and wants to just talk with me. I would adore a person who wants a real commitment, and who values simple things like conversation and making dinner together.
Vacationing In Polynesia With My Fantasy Romance
I have a thing for Polynesia and the sunset. In my little fantasy land Nicodemia and I would travel to many different Pacific Islands and take pictures of the beautiful sunsets with the silhouette of the palm trees. I would sketch out the palm tree shadowy sunsets using the reference photographs I took, and Nicodemia would praise my work. He would kiss my neck and tell me he had to get back to the office and needed to take the next flight out of Papeete or Honolulu, depending on where were were vacationing. However, Nikki was always the proper gentleman, and would insist that I should stay a few days and enjoy myself. I would say, not a bad idea, and turn back around and keep working on my sketch. What an idyllic and romantic life, and then I realize I can read a novel, or write one about a relationship that is much better than any I would ever have in real life. That might sound silly, but I really only like the fantasy ideas of romance. The reality day to day of it is not my style.