Mar 31, 2006 16:20
THE PERFECT DAY FOR HER...
8:15am Wake up to hugs and kisses.
8:30am Weigh-in 2 lbs. lighter than yesterday.
8:45am Breakfast in bed-freshly squeezed orange juice and croissants; open presents - expensive jewelry chosen by thoughtful partner.
9:15am Soothing hot bath with Frangipani bath oil.
10:00am Light work-out at club with sexy, funny personal trainer.
10:30am Facial, manicure, makeup application, shampoo, condition, blow
wave.
12:15pm Lunch with best friend at fashionable outdoor cafe
12:45pm Catch sight of partner's ex and notice that she has gained 17 Lbs.
1:00pm Shopping with friends: unlimited credit.
3:00pm Nap.
4:00pm Three dozen roses delivered by florist; card is from secret admirer.
4:15pm Massage from strong but gentle hunk - says he rarely gets to work on such a perfect body.
5:30pm Choose outfit from expensive designer wardrobe.
7:30pm Candlelit dinner for two followed by dancing, with compliments received from other diners/dancers.
10:00pm Hot shower - alone.
10:50pm Carried to bed; freshly ironed crisp, white linen.
11:00pm Pillow talk, light touching and cuddling.
11:15pm Fall asleep in his big, strong arms.
OK - now waking up to hugs and kisses would really piss me the fuck off, so I'd say a definate no to that. The blow wave is not something I'd be totally pumped about, I'd prefer a stylist, Tiffany specifically. And the fragrancey bath, well, I'd say maybe some relaxing aromatherapy scent. I'd probably want the massage BEFORE the shower, and probably hot, steamy, orgasmic sex before the massage, probably after the workout. Actually, I'd rather be woken up that way and then do it AGAIN after the workout. I don't really care about an ex gaining weight, because this day is all about me and not anyone else. Oh yea, not so pumped about the hot shower - alone. I'd rather sub that in for hot steamy sex IN the shower or maybe some other random place. White linen - not a big fan. I'd say silk sheets with a huge down comforter and a ton of pillows. Also, no pillow talk, I say DO ME OR GO TO SLEEP and actually, I think I'd rather sleep alone, unless that person doesn't snore, in which case I'd be okay with cuddling, spooning specifically, but not falling asleep with big strong arms.....gag me!! But hey, that's just me and that's just my dream day! Oh yea and P.S. - where is MY LOBSTER and STEAK DINNER?? I think I like the guy's dream day a lot better now that I look at it.
THE PERFECT DAY FORÂ HIM...
6:00am Alarm.
6:15am Blow job.
6:30am Massive, satisfying shit while reading the sports section.
7:00am Breakfast - steak and eggs, coffee and toast - all cooked by naked, buxom wench who bends over a lot.
7:30am Limo arrives.
7:45am Several beers en route to the airport.
9:15am Flight in personal Lear jet.
9:30am Limo to Mirage Resort Golf Club (blow job en-route).
9:45am Play front nine (2 under par).
11:45am Lunch-steak and lobster, 3 beers and bottle of Dom Perignon.
12:15pm Blow job.
12:30pm Play back nine (4 under).
2:15pm Limo back to airport (several bourbons).
2:30pm Fly to Bahamas.
3:30pm Late afternoon fishing expedition with all-female crew, all nude, who also bend over a lot.
4:30pm Land world record Marlin (1,234lbs) - on light tackle.
5:00pm Fly home, massage and hand job by naked Elle MacPherson (bending over,naturally).
6:45pm Shit, shower and shave.
7:00pm Watch news - Michael Jackson assassinated.
7:30pm Dinner-lobster appetizers, Dom Perignon (1953), big juicy fillet steak followed by ice cream served on a big pair of tits.
9:00pm Napoleon Brandy and Habanos cigars in front of wall-sized TV as you watch football game.
9:30pm Sex with three women, all with lesbian tendencies.
11:00pm Massage and Jacuzzi with tasty pizza snacks and a cleansing beer.
11:30pm Night-cap blow job.
11:45pm In bed alone.
11:50pm 22 second fart which changes note 4 times and forces the dog to leave the room.
11:51pm Laugh yourself to sleep.
Now that I look at the guys thing, I think I like their day much better! Where's the justice? Ok, the cigar thing it completely unappealing but I like all the nudity, alcohol, and naughty sex acts of the day. Oh yea, I don't really care about Michael Jackson either.