Your most PG fantasy

Okay, we dress up in Starfleet uniforms (I'm a Captain and she's an Ensign). And we're on the bridge of our ship (the couch in my basement) and she'll be all like "Captain unidentified power reading on the port side", and I'll be all like "Red alert, shields up". It would be so hot.

 

Okay, here's a modified Valentine's Day scenerio: I'd be in my room, sighing heavily and waiting for my lover to arrive, when I'd see him drive off in my best friend's mini-van. I'd be silently thinking something along the lines of, "That b*tch!" when I'd hear the ominous "step thump, step thump" of a pirate coming up the stairs.
I'd hide under my covers, knowing it wouldn't do me any good. I'd be able to smell his breath from the hallway and I'd narrow my eyes with rage. That salty sea dog had drank the last of my liquor. I would tremble with an odd mixture of anger, fear, and constipation beneath my cotton sheets as that yellow-bellied scallywag opened the door to my room. That's when I'd realize...
He was wearing the designer sweat shop hoop earrings my cheating boyfriend gave me last Valentine's Day. The b*stard. He had gone to far! I'd throw off the covers and grab my pink bazooka (that would happen to be tastefully decorated with blood red, broken hearts) and launch him through the roof. Victory!

Happy Singles-Awareness Day. I'm blasting off again.

 

no offense, but lol.