Friday, February 24, 2006

This begs the question:

Am I that removed from the fantasy life of your average young, single female in the big city now that I'm in my mid-30s, have no taste for glamour per se and never even thought of a man of my dreams, much less much less pined for him? Golly.

Maybe I should start my own anti-romance lit for non-chicks publishing company or something. Hmm. Food for thought.


nappy40 said...

Wel, if it's anti-romance you're going after, why not something about a hard working person who wins the lottery and buys their company? Or who patents an important device that the rich kid boss wanted for his own company?

I have my own anti-romance, wealth fantasies.

Be said... you? I think I've worked in not-for-profit for so long that when I do dream of winning the lottery, I think of how I'm going to start scholarships, put money in trust for my friends' kids, etc.

My anti-romance fantasy actually (and I might think about this a bit more frequently than sex and what I'm going to have for my next meal) is of being a ninja spy. I kid you not.