Subject?

Had three different blog subjects floating around in my little noggin today, but alas, I did not write one of them down. Yeah, not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Have decided that I could never be in a relationship with Hot Half Naked Jogger. Specifically because I cannot jog a block without keeling over in cardiac arrest. Don’t think HHNJ would be interested in having a relationship with someone whose idea of exercise is lifting cigarette to lips and exhaling smoke circles. He’d probably scorn my idea of a healthy dinner; diet coke and a bag of low fat popcorn. Not that I ever had a chance with him to begin with, but a girl has got to dream.

Nope. I’m going to stick with the latest fad: Dream Boyfriends.

My Dream Boyfriend is disturbingly hot and broody. He is tall, protective, sexy and knows how to find and manipulate the clitoris. He is demanding in bed and out. He adores me and cannot begin to find a flaw in my physical/mental/emotional makeup. He looks good in leather pants, works out and has abs of steal. He is entertaining, Jewish and a little bit nerdy. He plays the trumpet, really, really well and kisses taste like jazz on a hot humid night. He hides gifts for me all over the apartment. He is there when I want company and is gone when I don’t. He just can't help but to love me and I walk on the ground he worships.

How can you NOT want this guy?