Gay Porn Fantasy vs. Real Life

Practically every gay porn I’ve ever seen involves service personnel: the pool boy, the pizza delivery guy, the handyman, the cable guy, the plumber, the parcel delivery guy; anyone who might possibly bring something to you, express an interest in you, be hot as a porn star, and it always, Always leads to the home owner getting laid thoroughly and very well, for approximately 15 – 20 minutes.

So, it is a movie, it is a fantasy, and more importantly, it is a Porn Fantasy. Most of us do not expect to have those unexpected moments occur in real life very often. We hold fast to the possibility that they might, and that for some of us, they actually do, but mostly, as we age, we’re concerned with getting our pizza delivered or our plumbing fixed as soon as possible.

Still, I had the cable guy come out today because our internet connection here in Nowhere, Kentucky is always spotty and unreliable and I’m tired of it and wanted someone to come fiddle with the lines and fix it and make it work properly all the time. And, in the back of my mind, I had hopes he might look like a porn star who was into old farts like myself.

Said cable guy looked a tad more like Santa than I do. Not unattractive, but not exactly a porn fantasy for most of us. He was friendly and professional and on-time. He checked the modem and the line in the basement and climbed up on a big-ass ladder to check the connection coming in from the main line on the electric pole out back. He didn’t rush, but he didn’t fart around. He seemed competent and sober. And, so far, my internet is working perfectly.

And seriously, as I said, as we age, we might fantasize about interludes with the cable guy even more than we did when we were 20, but what we really want is for the guy to come and fix it and go. Which he did. And I’m very happy. Not Porn Fantasy Happy, but happy. I have movies for Porn Fantasy Happy, because really, a fantasy is only a fantasy until it really happens, and when it does really happen, it usually is a pretty big letdown. Our fantasies are so much more than real life can ever live up to, mostly.

Unless your particular fantasy is peanut butter on white bread, in which case, go do that and be happy and live long and prosper.

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