I've lost my mind.
Somewhere in this past week I've lost my mind.
I've got an almost complete stranger sleeping in my guest room. I've kissed this stranger, tongue and all, and let him cop a feel.
I've danced with his friend and licked his tattoo. The one around his belly button!
I've got bloody Rick Campanelli coming to my house tomorrow afternoon to do an interview with a Backstreet Boy. In my living room.
And now I can't sleep because I'm so very aware of this Backstreet Boy stranger. I know he's just come upstairs and he's in the bathroom and soom he'll be in my guest bedroom and probably half naked.
I'm acting like a bloody teeny, but I want him like a woman. A woman who hasn't let a man into her bed in a long time.
But he's married. And even if he wasn't married, he lives a totally different lifestyle from mine. He's in the biz. He goes to all the right places, knows the right people, says the right things, has the right clothes.
I'm just a soccer mom. I've got nothing to offer this pop star slash environmentalist.
Give up, Lulu...go to bed, go to sleep. Forget the absolutely gorgeous man at the end of the hall. He wouldn't look twice at you now, he only kissed you cause he was drunk. He hasn't even tried again.
LULU...he's married!! He is married. Don't even thing about him any more.
I've got an almost complete stranger sleeping in my guest room. I've kissed this stranger, tongue and all, and let him cop a feel.
I've danced with his friend and licked his tattoo. The one around his belly button!
I've got bloody Rick Campanelli coming to my house tomorrow afternoon to do an interview with a Backstreet Boy. In my living room.
And now I can't sleep because I'm so very aware of this Backstreet Boy stranger. I know he's just come upstairs and he's in the bathroom and soom he'll be in my guest bedroom and probably half naked.
I'm acting like a bloody teeny, but I want him like a woman. A woman who hasn't let a man into her bed in a long time.
But he's married. And even if he wasn't married, he lives a totally different lifestyle from mine. He's in the biz. He goes to all the right places, knows the right people, says the right things, has the right clothes.
I'm just a soccer mom. I've got nothing to offer this pop star slash environmentalist.
Give up, Lulu...go to bed, go to sleep. Forget the absolutely gorgeous man at the end of the hall. He wouldn't look twice at you now, he only kissed you cause he was drunk. He hasn't even tried again.
LULU...he's married!! He is married. Don't even thing about him any more.