mr. perfect
so i'm on a mission for mr. perfect and i won't date anyone until it's HIM. i've actually invented the perfect scenario in my mind because, quite frankly, i have nothing better to do. so for those of you who are interested: read on. for those of you who are not...fuck off and don't come back to my journal anymore. thanks.
so its me and mr. perfect...his name is ryan and he is tall with straight shaggy blonde hair and BLUE EYES and he has his left ear pierced. he's wearing a tight white tee shirt that's especially tight at the sleeves because of his amazingly buff, tan arms. mmmmm yessss. we're cruising in his black lexus IS300 listening to our song on our way to his cozy little apartment where we plan on partaking in wildly passionate sex for the next...oh...6 hours or so. maybe longer. then we share a cigarette. the end!
hmm....a woman can dream, can't she?
so its me and mr. perfect...his name is ryan and he is tall with straight shaggy blonde hair and BLUE EYES and he has his left ear pierced. he's wearing a tight white tee shirt that's especially tight at the sleeves because of his amazingly buff, tan arms. mmmmm yessss. we're cruising in his black lexus IS300 listening to our song on our way to his cozy little apartment where we plan on partaking in wildly passionate sex for the next...oh...6 hours or so. maybe longer. then we share a cigarette. the end!
hmm....a woman can dream, can't she?