It's Monday... AGAIN... and it's not just any old Monday, it's the first Monday under the President Barack Obama era! My mind is quickly delving into the third installment of "What Would I Do With This Man?", daydreaming and conjuring up pleasant thoughts.
Right on schedule, this brotha is experiencing a delicious thought about being with a certain male celebrity in some random difficult situation. Not necessarily something as naughty as a porn film, but hypothetical and challenging situations... paired with just the right fantasy man to get me through them.
So, to recap... in week 1, the local stud and actor Jensen Ackers went through thick and thin with me during a snowstorm on Colorado's Mt. Lindsay. Last week, I dreamed of teaming up with hearthrob Shemar Moore to fend off some pissy island natives. All had happy endings, so this week, the bar has been raised high.
You'll have to bear with my brain, as I am on yet another graveyard shift. Tomorrow, I'm looking forward to heading to Columbus, Ohio to visit my best friends for a few days. -- then driving to Chicago. The good news is, the visions surfacing in my head would most likely never be something Chicagoans worry about.
As I sit here, the dream of my newest hypothetical situation begins. I dream that the silence is being gradually replaced with a howling noise. I'm suddenly thrusted into the bedroom of an old Victorian home somewhere near the U.S. Gulf Coast. All has gone dark, and the howling grows louder... and louder... until suddenly, the rain begins. A respectable Category 3 hurricane has roared ashore, and it won't be long before it passes over this very house.
My fantasy celebrity man and I have made preparations as best we could -- and now, it's up to Mother Nature to carve our fates. One by one, we light candles until the home has warmed with an eerie glow. Afterwards, I began to worry about basic stuff, such as food and dealing with the aftermath of the storm. So, who is this male celebrity that's about to feel the storm's wrath with me? My choice would be: Milo Ventimiglia.
Why Milo? Fair question. After all, some may not be familiar with this delicious man who plays Peter, an empath, on the show Heroes.
After reading up a little bit about my latest pick, he seems quite in his element being a "nester"... a homebody, if you will. I am certainly not out of my comfort zone being at home, either. He's a great cook, which is always nice, because I'm a great eater. I'm sure Milo could improvise without the convenience of power. I, on the other hand, am useless in the kitchen without power or a recipe book.
He's not a smoker, which is great, because there's nothing worse than a nervous person fogging up the house by smoking a pack at a time. Not to mention, he doesn't drink alcohol, which leaves more for me. Wild Turkey is delicious, and I have needs, too.
As the storm intensifies and envelops the house with sheets of wetness, I could just sit there and stare into Milo's eyes forEVER. He certainly fits the "guy-next-door" type, and his profile radiates humbleness and humility. If my true "guy-next-door" was anything like Milo, this brotha would be banging on his door every day for a cup of friggin' sugar -- even though my cabinet is full of the sweet grain.
Nevertheless, I could easily believe that Milo has both feet on the ground and a level head... even though the house may crumble around him. It's that demeanor and quality that I'd mesh well with -- and subsequently help us survive the hurricane together. As an added bonus, one of his hobbies is restoring a home! Once this whole things blows over, he conveniently converts into a handyman... and I'll be right there to help him "drill, baby, drill".
Right on schedule, this brotha is experiencing a delicious thought about being with a certain male celebrity in some random difficult situation. Not necessarily something as naughty as a porn film, but hypothetical and challenging situations... paired with just the right fantasy man to get me through them.
So, to recap... in week 1, the local stud and actor Jensen Ackers went through thick and thin with me during a snowstorm on Colorado's Mt. Lindsay. Last week, I dreamed of teaming up with hearthrob Shemar Moore to fend off some pissy island natives. All had happy endings, so this week, the bar has been raised high.
You'll have to bear with my brain, as I am on yet another graveyard shift. Tomorrow, I'm looking forward to heading to Columbus, Ohio to visit my best friends for a few days. -- then driving to Chicago. The good news is, the visions surfacing in my head would most likely never be something Chicagoans worry about.
As I sit here, the dream of my newest hypothetical situation begins. I dream that the silence is being gradually replaced with a howling noise. I'm suddenly thrusted into the bedroom of an old Victorian home somewhere near the U.S. Gulf Coast. All has gone dark, and the howling grows louder... and louder... until suddenly, the rain begins. A respectable Category 3 hurricane has roared ashore, and it won't be long before it passes over this very house.
My fantasy celebrity man and I have made preparations as best we could -- and now, it's up to Mother Nature to carve our fates. One by one, we light candles until the home has warmed with an eerie glow. Afterwards, I began to worry about basic stuff, such as food and dealing with the aftermath of the storm. So, who is this male celebrity that's about to feel the storm's wrath with me? My choice would be: Milo Ventimiglia.
Why Milo? Fair question. After all, some may not be familiar with this delicious man who plays Peter, an empath, on the show Heroes.After reading up a little bit about my latest pick, he seems quite in his element being a "nester"... a homebody, if you will. I am certainly not out of my comfort zone being at home, either. He's a great cook, which is always nice, because I'm a great eater. I'm sure Milo could improvise without the convenience of power. I, on the other hand, am useless in the kitchen without power or a recipe book.
He's not a smoker, which is great, because there's nothing worse than a nervous person fogging up the house by smoking a pack at a time. Not to mention, he doesn't drink alcohol, which leaves more for me. Wild Turkey is delicious, and I have needs, too.
As the storm intensifies and envelops the house with sheets of wetness, I could just sit there and stare into Milo's eyes forEVER. He certainly fits the "guy-next-door" type, and his profile radiates humbleness and humility. If my true "guy-next-door" was anything like Milo, this brotha would be banging on his door every day for a cup of friggin' sugar -- even though my cabinet is full of the sweet grain.
Nevertheless, I could easily believe that Milo has both feet on the ground and a level head... even though the house may crumble around him. It's that demeanor and quality that I'd mesh well with -- and subsequently help us survive the hurricane together. As an added bonus, one of his hobbies is restoring a home! Once this whole things blows over, he conveniently converts into a handyman... and I'll be right there to help him "drill, baby, drill".
