Here is my closet’s most recent acquisition. Isn’t it beautiful?
It’s the sexiest shirt I own. And not because it’s slim-fitting and really brings out my boobs.
It’s because of Jesse.
I keep having to explain to people that Jesse is the love of my life in book form. He’s not, in fact, the guy about whose girl Rick Springfield sings. Not that there would be anything wrong with that. It’s a great song, and truth be told, Rick Springfield was the first concert I ever went to so I do have a soft spot for him and that song, especially. [Aside: That was a really fucking long run-on sentence but I can’t be bothered to edit.]
I really shouldn’t have to clarify—it’s not even spelled the same way! How could anyone possibly confuse the two?? One listens to Jessie’s Girl… one falls in love and wishes to be Jesse’s girl.
Dirty Like Me
by Jaine Diamond
It’s hot as fuck and Jesse is my fantasy come to life.
Not gonna lie… I’ve read it four times. Not gonna deny it… I have a problem.
But you already knew I had a problem (or fifty). Not the least of which is my obsession with Mr. Sexy Beach Guy.
p.s. — Two posts in the same week! Watch your back… the world may be ending.