Thursday, June 18, 2009

To live inside a romance novel

What a fantasy. To just be able to visit a world where men really do love and love hard. They whisper sweet nothings and sweet the woman off their feet. You know what would make it better, narration that I can hear. That's right, I would be able to know what is on the man's mind as he stares across a room at me with his deep, sexy eyes.

Speaking of sexy eyes. The men would be damn near perfect, rock solid abs, squared jaws, a hard chest. Is it getting hot in here? Of course I would also have a perfect body, with perky boobs, and I'd stay skinny even though I indulge in ever sweet imaginable covered in chocolate and fed to me from my lovers fingers.

Alas, I live in the real world. Ever sweet goes right to my hips, my boobs haven't been perky in years, and the men I know don't look like my characters. Oh well, I guess that's why they call it a fantasy ;)

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