When it
comes to finding that special somebody, whether it be for the long haul, or
just for the time being before the need to settle down, we all have those particular
standards. I’m a sucker for tall, blue eyed, blondes. Skinny, of course. I don’t
like my women overweight. I mean, brunettes are great, don’t get me wrong, I
just like me some blondes, especially the petite ones. Red heads are few and
far between. The real bread winner, however, are the red heads that can switch
off between being blonde and red headed. Them fem’s be talented. It’s not an
easy feat to accomplish and master both hair colors. If they can rock that
hipbone action, holla! Total kryptonite for me, let me tell ya…
See what I did there? Did I give two shits about their personalities? Did you judge
me a bit just then? I hope you did. Think about this. We have all these
expectations of how we want that special someone to be, look, and even act. I
mean, face it, if I could propose to either Emma Watson or Taylor Swift, I’d be
all over that in a heartbeat and could and would live happily ever after. I
mean, c’mon Emma Watson, that little cutie from Harry Potter. Then you got Tay
Swift there. Sure she’s a fucking head case, but shit man, legs for
daysssszzzzzz. I have all these blinders on right now, I don’t think anyone
really matter.
I guess the real question is, if that special
person walked into our lives today, would we recognize them? Maybe would should
all lower those blinders, shall we?
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| Fuck it, I take it all back. Get me a ring, I'm gonna marry Emma Watson, tonight. I'm also gonna need bail money... Just a funny feeling I got... |
