I considered talking about our summer heatwaves. We have them every year—days well above 90 degrees with oppressive humidity. We’re even told not to be outdoors if we can avoid it. But that’s a boring topic.
I also thought of those gross Takis (hot-as-fuck rolled tortilla chips) my daughter eats. I don’t know how she still has functioning taste buds. I tried one. Then I had a glass of milk. But that’s also boring.
I ultimately decided to go with the obvious. Men I wish were mine. All of them are so hot. They are in no particular order. I couldn’t possible rank them. They all look perfect to me. I wish I could have one. Even maybe just for a day? Is that too much to ask? *sigh* Yeah, it is. *pout*
(Damn right I give in.)
(Can I help you with that?)
(Inappropriate crush. But look at his fucking arms!)
I will spare you the rest of my Men folder. Yes, I have a Men folder. I also won’t tell you how many pictures are in it.
And let’s not forget these two. The whole thing with these guys started with that beach guy on the left. If you don’t know why he is here at all, you can read this. The second guy I added when I first saw that picture on the cover of a book. Now, though, I kind of want to switch out my guys. Does that ruin the joke? Kinda.
p.s. — I’m done. For now.