Saturday, December 29, 2007

You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking

Oh, if that title were true, I'd be burnt to a crisp. As I believe I've mentioned before, I am constantly (well, often anyway) musing about the sexual potential of customers, various celebrities, random strangers, people I've known for years. It's the curse or blessing of my [almost] middle-aged hormones, I suppose. Today after seeing my favorite classical musician customer (looking especially fetching, I might add, despite his awful Coogi sweater), a couple of co-workers and I were talking about the subject. One of them freely copped to doing exactly what I do. (Which does amount, I admit, to objectifying a person nearly completely. So sue me.) The other co-worker claimed to have never done such a thing. She said that when she was in a relationship she never even thought of anyone else as attractive, let alone about doing wonderfully naughty things with them. Now that she's single I think her implication was that she's just too chaste to think that way. A load of bullshit or sadly true? Your guess is as good as mine with this chick. I had to listen to a verrrrrrrry long exposition about how her life is just like the life of a certain former very popular TV character. Very long. And, by the way, not so much.

I just finished reading "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter" by Carson McCullers. Man, I thought I liked her, but I could barely make myself finish this book. It was tortuously slow going but I didn't want to give up. Give me Flannery O'Connor, Harper Lee, Eudora Welty or, more currently, Donna Tartt, any day. Sorry Carson, but don't feel bad because I don't much like William Faulkner either.

I have all evening to myself and I'm going to spend it with my celebrity secret boyfriend, Alex O'Loughlin, watching The Oyster Farmer. Yum. I'll leave you with a lovely candid from ComicCon.

3 comments:

Allison said...

I think I have a Donna Tartt book on my night table. I can barely get through it, even though I really want to!
You're never too old to have a dirty mind, either!

Cat Pick said...

Is it "The Little Friend?" Man, I loved that book. Really loved it. I read it around the same time as "The Secret Life of Bees," which I liked but not nearly as much as the TLF. I found some similarities, though.

I love my dirty, dirty mind. Life would be so boring without it.

Brissiemum2 said...

Well I have just hit the middle age mark (*sob*) and I have to agree with you....I still contemplate potential! *sigh* Must be my hormones, too!

And as for your new tv boyfriend....ummmm....take a number cause I'm sure there's a big line of us waiting for more from him! ;) I have quietly followed his career for a couple of years now and it's so good to see him getting so much recognition!