Hello to Celestina,
You showed interest in the topic, you weren't hostile or rude, and you sound affable and genteel. I wasn't thinking naughty thoughts. I guess you could say I was being sweet. I was expressing my appreciation for your friendliness and levity.
Incidentally, I don't equate erotic thoughts with naughty thoughts... ;)Umm… I’m not sure how “fantasies” is to be defined.
OK, I’m a guy, and there have certainly been times where I was definitely attracted to someone while just spending time with her–and maybe she was unavailable.
Of course, I’m pushing 30 now, and the ol’ adolescent raging horse of hormones has faded, but say a few years ago, when talking to someone attractive in a work or school situation. At any given time. Was I imagining having sex with her? Probably not. Was I very taken with her, to the point of distraction? Repeatedly. Sometimes very often. Which doesn’t mean I was fantasing in a coherent way. Though the mind does wander, I couldn’t tell you any details that seem like a “sex fantasy”. Just thinking [Xander, slack-jawed]“pretty.”[/Xander, slack-jawed] While I vaguely recall having done the thing described in the OP, I think usually there wasn’t much imagination applied.
Or am I sanitizing my memory?
Yes, Treebeard, that’s what I’d call being sweet. I’m sure my mother would be glad to knwo folks thought I was being “genteel,” [giggle] I just wont’ tell her what the subject under discussion was. 
She’s been trying to make a lady out of me for years, nad I’ve been resisting. And gosh, if erotic thoughts ain’t naughty, then what is? 
[giggle] Dr. Lao, now keep your britches on, hon. I was just being inquisitive and silly. I don’t know you from Adam. Thank you for educating me on your perspective. 
Don’t sweat it, I wasn’t being totally serious either.