[MENTION=24479]themightyfetus[/MENTION]
I read this post prior to falling asleep and last night I kept thinking of how I would never want to be a victim, because I can be my own hero.
Well as it turns out, this lead to the most fucked up dream possible.
Long story short, there was a rampage shooter at this library I was at, and myself and a few people made our way around into the hallway, but somehow he found us. He kicked me down and pointed the rifle at me, ready to shoot, but a tall dark and handsome stranger knocked him down and took his weapon away, saving my life. I'm pretty sure it ended with a dramatic fainting episode on my part, kind of like this:
I still don't know if I like to play the damsel in distress on a normal basis, but god is it every charming when men want to take care of you and save you. It's such an attractive thing for a man to be protective.
In most of my fantasies however I'm always the heroine and am usually independent, winning my own battles. There's never really any pain, just conquests.