Thursday, December 4, 2008
For every "you be the stable boy, I be the milk maid" fantasy that I might entertain, I probably have at least three much more boring (but strangely satisfying) fantasies where the past men in my life that have somehow wronged me come back to me to apologize, telling me how wrong they were and how they still think about me. Lamenting that they ever let me go! What fools they were to think that they were ever going to find anything better out there! (Usually at this point I also imagine them on their contrite knees, faces twisted into a grimace that can only be caused by the unimaginable pain my absence in their life has caused them).
Usually this is the song that is playing in the background.
And then, in response to that (at least in my fantasy) Beyonce and I put on our french cut leotards and do a punching dance while running around in a circle together.
Probably this is the song that is playing in the background.
At least my fantasies have good soundtracks.