Magician Sex

I was at this Night Before New Year's Eve thing with my family last night. It's this really cool event with games, music, crafts, hayrides, and a magician. The magician also happened to be a balloon maker (is there a better name for one who makes balloons? If so, I can't think of it right now), and he was making balloons for the kids. He was really funny too. He'd say things, like, "What's your favorite animal that looks like a poodle?" and, after accidentally popping a balloon, "Do you know how many times these things pop?  ... Just once."

Mr. Magician had a Mr. Magician-type showman persona, which made me wonder what he was like in normal life... you know, when he wasn't being Mr. Magician. What would it be like to hear him talk normal? What would it be like to see him in sweat pants, sitting on a recliner, watching the latest episode of 24?

And then, as my mind often does during times like this, I started to imagine him having sex. I know, I know... this is weird and I shouldn't do this, BUT I CAN'T HELP IT. That is just how my mind works... random thoughts of people who I could never imagine having sex actually HAVING SEX. People like Mr. Larson, my high school shop teacher. People like my parents. People like the cashier at Cub Foods when we're purchasing KY Jelly for ourselves. People like my husband's cousins who are really religious and seem too pure to even know how to have sex. People like Al Roker.