Well… sure. You do…

But let’s be honest.

He’s not exactly what a girl would want to think of to break the monotonous blandness of an everlasting day.

Many, many things are a far better pick.

A hot black guy, in a white suit, with an obvious bulge where “is the myth real” lives. Everyone likes a large pythonic riddle.

A Latino lover, mysterious and sexy, with that six-pack-from-fitness-advertising and lips that sings of sleepless nights. Mexiiiiicoooo… hmmm sorry. Not that kind of uncontrolled loudness.

Or maybe the get-dirty-under-the-sheets next door neighbor new arrival? There actually is a new guy in your building, though he doesn’t even seem to own a car. There is something particularly wrong, in a good way, about imagining getting railed in the elevator while your boyfriend does the dishes…