Disturbing?

Two weeks into her tenure as Prime Minister and my strange crush on Theresa May shows no sign of losing its intensity.  I’ve thought about seeking therapy but actually I might just give into it and embrace it and ride it and enjoy it.  In a way it’s a nice situation to be in. When I was first approaching maturity, and starting to notice ladies as objects of desire, we had Margaret Thatcher in Downing Street. Despite her position of power I found her about as sexually attractive as a half-evaporated puddle. Now we have someone in charge of the government who, rightly or wrongly, I have an urge to be locked in a sauna with. We also have a future queen who is one of the most stunning looking women in Britain. These are heady times indeed. We could reach a point in the near future when William and Kate are the monarchs, and Mrs May has to go and visit them to talk about opening parliament and stuff. There may even be a scenario where William is away on state business, and Queen Catherine and Theresa end up alone in the throne room at Buckingham Palace, the two most powerful women in Britain close to each other in the centre of our capitals most culturally significant building. They might even greet each other fondly with a warm embrace that lingers a little bit longer than would be constitutionally acceptable. 
Oh God, I need help. 
And a moist cloth.

RC 30-7-16