Make it happen.

"So," she says, turning to look you dead in the eye. "Not up for realizing a fantasy?"

"No," you tell her honestly. "I consider part of the fun of fantasy to be that they are just that: Fantasies. Not something you really do."

"Oh.., Well, I can see that," she agrees, nodding. "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure!" you tell her, nodding back.

"If you're not up for acting out one of your fantasies," she asks, "can we do one of mine!?"

"I don't know," you say hesitantly.

"Why!?" she asks, offended. "Am I not the type of girl you'd wanna do such things with!?"

"Oh, no! You certainly are." you tell her honestly. "Heck, any guy who doesn't dream about you just hasn't met you yet! Even guys I know that are wide awake would confess to dreaming about you!"

"Well then, what's the problem?" she asks.

"Well,..." you respond, unsure how to respond without getting yourself hurt. "I don't know. It's just something..."

"Even if I agree to be your 'Fantasy Female' for a week?" she asks, approaching you until you are close enough to feel her breath on your face.