posted Thu, 19 Aug 2004
This is the form my fantasies take: Last night, I dreamed that a tall, dark and handsome stranger appeared – and put in a new back yard for me. He tilled the dirt and laid new grass and then showed up to water as appropriate.
My friend Lauren has a similar fantasy: She is lying in the living room when two big, sweaty men burst through the front door, stride confidently toward her, reach out – and lift the sofa and move it to the other side of the room
Chippendales are boring. I know. I had to go once because a friend wanted to celebrate her birthday that way. But if all I wanted was to look at something handsome, I could open a magazine. I want a man who is useful.
The end of the line
2 years ago