Thursday November 18, 2010 at 16:07

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I’m about to let you guys in on a secret of mine.
I have this wild fantasy whereby I meet a tall, handsome, built man wearing a polo shirt. He does not have a Twitter account. He reads Crain’s Chicago Business and says “one of my buddies…” all the time. He has 1+ sports jerseys.  He always orders Miller Lite. He likes Jimmy Buffet. He golfs. He doesn’t know what Insanity Wolf is.
This tall, handsome, built man and I have zero things in common except our desire for nice things, vacations, and being drunk.  He thinks my sense of humor is weird as hell.  I hate his dog.
We bone like banshees. 

I’m about to let you guys in on a secret of mine.

I have this wild fantasy whereby I meet a tall, handsome, built man wearing a polo shirt. He does not have a Twitter account. He reads Crain’s Chicago Business and says “one of my buddies…” all the time. He has 1+ sports jerseys.  He always orders Miller Lite. He likes Jimmy Buffet. He golfs. He doesn’t know what Insanity Wolf is.

This tall, handsome, built man and I have zero things in common except our desire for nice things, vacations, and being drunk.  He thinks my sense of humor is weird as hell.  I hate his dog.

We bone like banshees. 

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