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I've just figured out what I want in life. This dry spell of motivation to follow through with my chosen Grand Plan has finally opened my eyes. I want a laid-back career with a modest-but-respectable and oh-so-tasteful urban apartment that I own, lots of free time to keep my hobbies alive (but not so much that I get bored.) A satisfying social life and a more-than-comfortable steady income to eat at the trendy new bistro around the corner and constantly update my wardrobe. Expensive haircuts by a young, fit, bisexual guy named Paulo who tells me how I get sexier every time he sees me, always has good advice and an interesting story. The ability to make myself up before presenting myself to the general public every day and the will to shave my legs in my big shower in my beautifully tiled bathroom on a regular basis. With shaving cream instead of soap, of course. Good bi-weekly bikini and eyebrow waxes and weekly manicures from an older woman with even better stories than Paulo, who speaks English and has been-there-done-that. Yoga on Wednesday and Pilates on Saturday to keep myself energized and centered and confident about my future fit bod. An ability to indulge my guilty pleasures without the guilt. And all of this within a year and a half after graduating college and moving to the Big City. And of course, eternally supple breasts. I hate that word..."supple"...but those are the desire of every man and woman.
What I really want is a younger-verson of Sex in the City without all the corny metaphors. I want the hip friends to eat lunch with and the successful and doting boyfriend with equally expensive haircuts who treats me to dinner 3 nights a week and jet-sets for with me once a season. And good sex 4-5 nights a week. Some people live like this...why can't I? Perhaps I'm asking for a bit too much. I'll settle for the apartment job and cushy income. And the yoga and fit body and eternally naturally perky breasts of course. (Well...as up-there as these babies can get.) And the haircuts with Paulo. And the friends and slightly older boyfriend who isn't afraid of commitment. OH OH OH the waxes and nails. Aw shucks I want it all. Who DOESN'T deserve that? After all, we only live once.
What I really want is a younger-verson of Sex in the City without all the corny metaphors. I want the hip friends to eat lunch with and the successful and doting boyfriend with equally expensive haircuts who treats me to dinner 3 nights a week and jet-sets for with me once a season. And good sex 4-5 nights a week. Some people live like this...why can't I? Perhaps I'm asking for a bit too much. I'll settle for the apartment job and cushy income. And the yoga and fit body and eternally naturally perky breasts of course. (Well...as up-there as these babies can get.) And the haircuts with Paulo. And the friends and slightly older boyfriend who isn't afraid of commitment. OH OH OH the waxes and nails. Aw shucks I want it all. Who DOESN'T deserve that? After all, we only live once.