I have this thing for shomer guys

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Every so often, I encounter a young shomer negiyah guy (an Orthodox Jew who does not touch members of the opposite sex) and am totally engrossed with the possibility of seduction. Not all, by ANY stretch, since most shomer guys are really awkward and not exactly the stuff of fantasy. But it's the ones with a certain magnetism, or charisma, who are really smart and can have a good conversation even though their beliefs differ radically from mine, and, most importantly, they've either been previously married or not religious so they know exactly what they are missing with no physical contact. Stop looking at me like I'm such a perv- lots of people have fantasies about "good girls," we all can appreciate forbidden fruit. Except here it's not forbidden to me, I just relish having that allure as the one-who-is-forbidden. I totally end up thinking "I could crack him. An accidental arm brush here, a little 'what do you think of this lotion,' piece of cake."

Okay, you're right, I am a total perv. And maybe a bit egotistical to boot- Angelina Jolie couldn't crack some of these guys. And now all my shomer negiya friends think I want to jump them. Well, you'll just have to live with that ambiguity, won't you? Actually, not. I am so freaking obvious that if I'm hitting on a shomer guy he knows it, his mother knows it and his rabbi in borough park knows it.