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.
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?
ReplyDeleteI have my own anti-romance, wealth fantasies.
Snort...do 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.
ReplyDeleteMy 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.