Confession time

OK, so one of my female friends and I were talking. Just in roundabouts — you know, about men we know in common. More specifically, we were speculating on their, uh, potential prowess. Or wondering about a lack thereof.

Which results in me Never. Being. Able. To. Think. Of. Them. The. Same. Way. Again.

Or, for that matter, looking at them directly. 🙂

So, tell me — I know you have people in your life whom you’ve had *thoughts* about — even if it the passing inkling gave you a terminal case of the heebs. So, tell me (in the comments) who catches your eye and who makes you want to stab your eyes with a pencil.

Your secret’s safe with me (and the blogiverse). C’mon, sidle up and whisper a little somethin’ somethin’ to your favorite confidante. …

On iTunes: Vanessa Daou, “The Long Tunnel of Wanting You”

4 Responses to Confession time

  1. Anonymous :

    I can’t tell ya exact details, but I have two coworkers who regularly show up in my dreams. One in a goooood way, the other in very annoying way. 🙂


  2. Pratt :


  3. Dawn :

    I guess this means that I don’t have to share, then. 😉

  4. Caterwauling :

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