Old fantasies die hard. Esquire magazine (Nov 2007) just named Charlize Theron The Sexiest Woman Alive. I am heartbroken. Why? It’s not that she doesn’t deserve the title. Sure she does. But I thought… Well, I thought… I just thought I was the only one. I know how silly that sounds. But I had this fantasy. I figured that a guy like me might actually stand a chance with a woman like that, were we to meet by chance. That girl next door look makes her look like someone who might just like a slug like me. So even though I knew my fantasy was unrealistic, I held onto it with great comfort. But now I don’t get to do that anymore. I don’t get to have my fantasy. The girl next door might go for me, but The Sexiest Woman Alive? Not a chance. No way. I don’t even get to entertain the fantasy. Blown right out of the water, it was. Demolished. So, thanks a lot Esquire. Thanks for ruining one of the greatest fantasies that I had. Now Charlize is no longer my girl. Now, she’s everyone’s girl. Now she belongs to the world.
The article that inspired this post: http://www.esquire.com/women/women-we-love/charlize-theron-gallery-1007
Charlize Theron Is the Sexiest Woman Alive
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