One hell of a crazy thing happened on the way to the....

... oh, oops. Wrong intro.

But you know, it kind of fits, because it really was this crazy, unbelievable, how-can-this-sort-of-thing-actually-happen thing.

I met this incredibly gorgeous guy on Sunday and there were ABSOLUTELY NO SPARKS.

I thought chemistry was a myth . . . apparently, it's a reality.

This guy was perfect, totally my type . . . well, a little on the short side, truth be told, but who's quibbling? Light-haired and light-eyed, great smile and great sense of humor, and did I mention that he was totally fucking hot?

I swear, he could've told me he was a model and I would have believed him.

I took one look at him and my jaw dropped open like it had been weighted with rocks, and I became very glad that I had worn one of my best push-up bras.

Except . . . when we got to the fooling-around stage, there was nothing going on for me.

Zip. Nada. Zilch.

Not even a hint of warmth. No spark of electricity.

And to make it even weirder, he was REALLY into me. Well, into the boobs, anyway, like so many guys . . . which is fine with me, because a man who wants to amuse himself with my breasts to such an extent is a man that I don't have to blow, so way cool all around.

And I digress.

My point was going to be that, usually, when a guy is THAT much into me, I get at least SOME kind of reaction from myself. If nothing else, a sense of pleasure from the feeling of being desired, however temporary and fleeting that may be.

But this time?

Nothing.

I swear I feel like there's something wrong with me! How could I be rolling around in a bed with a guy that gorgeous and smart and funny and have LESS THAN NO sexual attraction to him AT ALL?

Has this sort of thing ever happened to any of you?