I’ve always been attracted to grungy, rocker type guys, although my husband is pretty clean cut. But as I’ve gotten older, when it comes to men, I ain’t be hatin’ or discriminatin’.
Omg, that’s the first time I’ve ever used “ain’t” and it’s driving me crazy and making me feel neurotic and I want to change it and ahhhhh……
Anyway, as I’ve gotten older, a hot man is a hot man is a hot man.
Enter hot soccer guy (Jon Brownwell), who I discovered on Facebook the other day.
The woman in me says “Honey, lay your fine ass down and let me have my way with you.”
The mom and wife in me says “Honey, lay your fine ass down and let me do a few loads of laundry on your rock hard, washboard abs and then I’ll feed you warm cookies with a glass of milk and dig up some band-aids from the bottom of my purse for your non-existant boo boos that you keep whining about. What’s that? You don’t want the SpongeBob band-aid? You want an Ariel one. Sweetie, mommy doesn’t think I have any Ariel ones. Just use SpongeBob. No? Fine, let me take another look. Oh, lookie here. I have Tinkerbell. She’s kind of like a princess. Sweetheart, just take Tinkerbell. No, no I don’t have a princess band-aid. Take. the. Tinkerbell. band-aid. before. mommy. loses. her. mind.”
Where was I? Oh yeah. Hot soccer guy.