Who Wants to Be a Pretty Woman?

I think women read romances to escape from the hum drum and to fantasize. If you're going to dream, dream big! Which is more fun...thinking about a paunchy balding guy who drives a delivery truck and who falls asleep in front of the TV or a gorgeous billionaire who sweeps you off to Paris?

Here is the way I see it, my husband is not sappy, pampering and what I wouldn't give to done a expensive pair of threads once in my life. It's a fantasy and fantasies are meant to be something you don't already have. If you already had it, then it would be reality. I don't want to read a book where the hero turns me down for sex because he is too tired, sleeps on top of me and drolls on me in his sleep and then where I have to get up at 6:00 AM to make his sandwiche. I do that already. I want a hero who is emotionally stunted and will feed me a bunch of shit I don't like to eat while stuffing me in a size too small dress and a killer pair of heels while banging me each and everyway my husband wont. (shrug)

"Well, he's a rich classy guy. Maybe you could buy like a house and a horse and some diamonds or something." - Kitt Deluca.

I think that says it all. Who doesn't want a rich man (well in your dreams anyway...the real life ones don't seem to be as charming or faithful...lol) who will let you wear a $250,000 necklace and earrings, give you his credit card (and not tell you how much you can spend), and fly you in a private jet to SF to see the opera? I mean that is living the dream...literally.

And since I know this isn't going to happen for real in my life (which I'm totally okay with) I might as well get my jollies watching it in a movie or reading about it in a book.