Wanna know why? Because this is what I want. I want a man in a funny hat (you can’t really see the hat, but it is funny) who brings me flowers, and when he just has to have one more kiss before he leaves to go to the office or ballet class as his black lycra, ass-hugging Baryshnikov tights would indicate, he literally swoops in with a bendy neck twist and lands another smoocher on me. Surprise! See how surprised I am? He just really wants to kiss me one more time. And see how we’re practically floating? I want that, too. And the pretty red carpet? Yes, I’ll take that as well.
So I’m going to paint this picture in painting class so it will come true.