My boyfriend David and I had been dating for a few years when, one night, we decided to spend the evening at home. We had a few drinks, watched some TV, then had this innocent conversation:
"If you could have sex with anyone in the world, who would it be?" he asked me.
"You," I replied.
"Other than me."
"You didn't ask me who I wanted to have an interesting conversation with," I protested. "You asked me who I would want to do. I'd do Russell Crowe and in my fantasy he's really good at it."
"There's no way a guy THAT into himself is going to be good at sex."
Our conversation went on long into the night -- but what if it weren't a fantasy? What if it were reality?