I conjured up a couple of tacos for supper. As I ate, I thought about that big TV on my wall, and wondered what
I could watch on it. "If it's anything like my fridge and my oven," I decided, "it'll show whatever I want to
watch."
That sounded promising, so I conjured a bucket of popcorn, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and sat down to watch
Captain America.
After Steve Rogers stepped out of the chamber with his new muscles, I said, "Ooh, me likey."
That gave me pause. I had never thought about Chris Evans that way before.
I tried to put it aside and watch the movie. However, as the movie progressed, I found myself scoping him out
every chance I got.
When the movie ended, I decided I wanted to watch one of my favorite girl-on-girl shows. I had trouble getting
into it, though, because I felt that the models/actresses were missing something. I stopped the movie before I
could let myself think about what it was they were missing.