I admit it: I am too beholden to fantasy.
At times, it screwed me up. I remember watching James Bond movies and thinking “if only I were X enough, women would find me that appealing”, forgetting about the hokey plots, the ridiculous “shoot-em-up” where he kills expertly but the opposing squad is “Storm Trooper” hopeless.
My love of spectator sports is like that too: those one watches, whether D1 or professional are outliers; the latter are extreme outliers. Forget being LeBron; you aren’t (probably) aren’t even going to be G-league or even D1.
And I think some of this influencer stuff/OnlyFans is also fantasy.
Imagine: an attractive woman is interested in you and isn’t after anything! Real life: she might want your attention for her ego, or want something you can do for her, etc. And of course, real women age, get sick, eventually need walkers or rolators, get chronic coughs, have noxious relatives, etc.
But that “influencer” or “model”: flirts with you, shows interest in you (yes, fake interest, of course), etc. It is fantasy, and I think the best ones are not merely among the “hottest” but also know how to make men feel better about themselves.
It is an escape from real life, with its aches and pains, limitations, worries, money crunches, potential layoffs, demands, baggage from loved ones, etc.