14/09/2015

I write the date to remember when I have had this experience.

This morning I went to the hypermarket to go shopping. I parked my car in underground parking.
When I went to take a shopping cart, I saw there were two persons: a boy (I think he was older than me) and his mother.
I saw the boy: he was beautiful! He was tall and thin, and his clothes made him thinner.
He wore a black sweatshirt and a pair of dark trousers (they looked like jeans). I didn't like his shoes: he wore a pair of white Converse (I don't like Converse).
He was beautiful! His eyes were dark, and his hair were black. Looking his face, he seemed serious/sad.
Thinking now, he reminds me Sasuke Uchiha, from the manga "Naruto". He is a hot character.

Some workers were repairing escalators, so they told customers to take the elevator.
The queue was as follows: a old woman, the boy's mother, this boy, me, and after me was a family.
I thought the elevator could carry only a person for time, so I thought I never saw again that boy.
When the old woman entered in the elevator, she told to the mother that the elevator could carry two persons, so they could entered together in the elevator.
OH MY GOD! The two women were together in the elevator, so I could be in the elevator with that hot boy.
When it was his turn, he entered in the elevator. I didn't know what to do. The man behind me (a ugly fat man) told me I have to enter in the elevator.
I didn't like that man: not because he was fat, but because he was arrogant, impatient, and rude.
I entered in the elevator, saying "sorry" to the boy. I thought we could be alone in the elevator.
Unfortunately, the fat man, impatient to enter in the hypermarket, entered in the elevator with us, ordering me to move. I move next to the boy, and my elbow was touching his elbow.
The situation was very strange: I was in the elevator with a hot boy, but there was a rude man that ruined all.
I and the boy were back to back. I turned my head to see his face. Unfortunately, he was watching in the opposite direction, so he was not watching me.
When the doors opened, we went out of the elevator. The mother was waiting his son and, together, they entered in the hypermarket.
I take my shopping cart and, sad, I entered in the hypermarket. I have not seen that boy.
While I was driving to home, I thought about my encounter. I have a great imagination: I thought me and the boy alone in the elevator.
When the doors of the elevator were closed, we start kissing each other. Not a simple kiss, but we were kissing in a passionate way while we were hugging.

Now I'm thinking if this is normal. Is it normal to have such fantasies about a boy that you have see for the first time, and you'll never see him again?
And is it normal that you're sad when he left, even if you don't know him?

I feel a big shame in this moment, telling this story to you. Please help me. I don't know if I have to be happy for this experience, or I have to ashamed.