I haven't fancied anybody - cannot imagine swinging from a chandelier or dressing up as 'Little Miss Muffet" - for anybody that I have met - not even after a bottle or two of Bollinger. It's just not happening. My Mojo has gone into hibernation and no amount of prodding or poking is waking it up!
I would like a man who can make me laugh...a man who can indulge me...a man who can talk about 'stuff'...a man with nice teeth...a man with manners...a man with a soul...a man without a rabid ex-wife or delinquent children...a man with a half-decent dress sense...a man who doesn't deal with his penis envy issues by driving about in a souped-up turbo fuckwit motor...a man who likes poetry, literature, romance.
Actually - I would just like George Clooney....
Actually I have to take the blame for men having penis envy. Ever since I put those pictures of mine on the internet sales of Porsche have increased 50%!!ReplyDelete