Lust Wanders
This weekned was Movie Train weekend. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a Movie Train is when you take a day and catch up on all the movies you've missed over the past few weeks. This week's train: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, The Devil Wears Prada and Superman Returns. It was a good time and all 3 flicks were good so I can't complain. Lonelyville Saturday was quite packed and VERY entertaining. None of this pertains to today's blog, but you deserve a little background on what I do. So one to the point.
During Pirates, I remisnisced on the crushes I once had on Johnny Depp during the days of 21 Jump Street era and my fast, fleeting fantasied love affair with Orlando Bloom after the LOTR series.
While watching The Devil Wears Prada, the main character headed to Paris with her boss. They were showing all the bright lights and the city was beautiful. Then later, she went on a date with one of my crushes and it was so romantic I decided that I will only travel to Europe with a significant other. Not only that, the main character had JUST broken up with her boyfriend, another one of my crushes. Here's the thing: I knew about the boyfriend and was excited to see him in something other than Entourage, but I did NOT know about the Paris guy, my boo from Something New. So needless to say, I was in double heaven over those two. Make that triple heaven, Daniel Sunjata's fine ass was in the movie too.
Then I went to see Superman Returns and another crush of mine was in that movie, playing the very kind of character I love, a loving dedicated husband who had his wife's back no matter what. Woo!!
Then I spent all say Sunday fantasizing about my husband, Eminem, and what a great relationship we would have (not to mention phenomenal sex).
So after almost 8 hours and 3 movies of fleeting crushes and a full day of fantasies I realized that I've got a problem: I need a boyfriend. Not want a boyfriend, need one. This whole "I am woman, hear me roar" nonsense has gone far enough and I'd like someone to share my life with. Relationships keep you grounded so you don't get lost in a fantasy world that creates romantic and unrealistic expectations. Usually, these fantasies have an outlet cuz I write short romantic stories in my spare time (Usher being the most recent -- and longest -- of note), but I've had a bit of writer's block and the fantasies stay in my brain. So, my brain being in overdrive this weekend, I've decided I'm going to get out there.
I'm gonna ask out the UPS guy (cuz he's KILLIN' me with his timeline) and go from there. Corey -- gasp! It's been a long time, I know...but every person we meet teaches us something new, I cna't deny him that...whatever -- Corey once said to me that I want things on my own timeline and if things didn't happen by my standards, I'd either shut it down or take it out of the other person's hands. And he's right (queer bag), but I've spent 25 f'n years doing things that way and I've been happy. If I wait on Marcus (Mr. UPS), either another chick's gonna step up take get him or I'm gonna be married with 3 kids before he grows the balls to ask me out so I'm just gonna ask. The worst he can do is tell me no or that he has a girlfriend, two conclusions I'm prepared to deal with. Now I just gotta pray to keep my mouth shut and not question his manhood for taking so long to ask me in the first place.
Pearl S. Buck put it best: "The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration." So wish me luck, maybe things will pop off and I won't have to blog so much about how sad it is that my lust wanders...
During Pirates, I remisnisced on the crushes I once had on Johnny Depp during the days of 21 Jump Street era and my fast, fleeting fantasied love affair with Orlando Bloom after the LOTR series.
While watching The Devil Wears Prada, the main character headed to Paris with her boss. They were showing all the bright lights and the city was beautiful. Then later, she went on a date with one of my crushes and it was so romantic I decided that I will only travel to Europe with a significant other. Not only that, the main character had JUST broken up with her boyfriend, another one of my crushes. Here's the thing: I knew about the boyfriend and was excited to see him in something other than Entourage, but I did NOT know about the Paris guy, my boo from Something New. So needless to say, I was in double heaven over those two. Make that triple heaven, Daniel Sunjata's fine ass was in the movie too.
Then I went to see Superman Returns and another crush of mine was in that movie, playing the very kind of character I love, a loving dedicated husband who had his wife's back no matter what. Woo!!
Then I spent all say Sunday fantasizing about my husband, Eminem, and what a great relationship we would have (not to mention phenomenal sex).
So after almost 8 hours and 3 movies of fleeting crushes and a full day of fantasies I realized that I've got a problem: I need a boyfriend. Not want a boyfriend, need one. This whole "I am woman, hear me roar" nonsense has gone far enough and I'd like someone to share my life with. Relationships keep you grounded so you don't get lost in a fantasy world that creates romantic and unrealistic expectations. Usually, these fantasies have an outlet cuz I write short romantic stories in my spare time (Usher being the most recent -- and longest -- of note), but I've had a bit of writer's block and the fantasies stay in my brain. So, my brain being in overdrive this weekend, I've decided I'm going to get out there.
I'm gonna ask out the UPS guy (cuz he's KILLIN' me with his timeline) and go from there. Corey -- gasp! It's been a long time, I know...but every person we meet teaches us something new, I cna't deny him that...whatever -- Corey once said to me that I want things on my own timeline and if things didn't happen by my standards, I'd either shut it down or take it out of the other person's hands. And he's right (queer bag), but I've spent 25 f'n years doing things that way and I've been happy. If I wait on Marcus (Mr. UPS), either another chick's gonna step up take get him or I'm gonna be married with 3 kids before he grows the balls to ask me out so I'm just gonna ask. The worst he can do is tell me no or that he has a girlfriend, two conclusions I'm prepared to deal with. Now I just gotta pray to keep my mouth shut and not question his manhood for taking so long to ask me in the first place.
Pearl S. Buck put it best: "The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration." So wish me luck, maybe things will pop off and I won't have to blog so much about how sad it is that my lust wanders...
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