When I was in Jr. High, Micki Clark lived 6 houses up the street. She was a cutie.

I used to fantasize that the US launched a nuclear against Russia. I would imagine walking up the street and saying to Micki, "We have 6 hours before Russia's counter-attack missiles hit…and I don't want to die a virgin."

I guess, in my insecure adolescent mind, it would take an impending nuclear holocaust for me to get laid. No woman would want to be with me unless she was placed in some pretty drastic circumstances.

I could not conceive of females who would be attracted to me and willing to have sex…even in fantasy. My only chance was with desperate women under the duress of Armageddon.

February 28, nineteen99