Fantasy Boy Draft 2010

Here it is! Our fantasy draft picks for this year. You may be wondering what exactly a "fantasy draft pick" is, right? Well, it's a lot like when men play Fantasy Football. We gather around picking men we want to well... you know, do the dirty with. What gal hasn't watched the movie Troy and thought about ripping Brad Pitt's armor off of him. That man is fine! Or what about Colin Farell or for you Twi-hards Taylor Lautner or Robert Pattinson? The choices are endless and therefore my friend Che'Lyssa, who I might add also has a blog and is an amazing writer so check her blog out, have made a promise to eachother that we have bragging rights on these men.

Note to Che'Lyssa: You may have gotten Ryan Reynolds but I ended up with Nathan Scott (James Lafferty), Zac Efron, and Channing Tatum.

Jealousy

Tonight I figure I'd blog about jealousy. As many of know from past experiences, jealousy is quite... horrible. At first it starts off as a little twinge in your gut. Maybe even a little sharp pinch in your heart. From there it grows into something much darker and deeper for that matter. Sometimes even causing the jealous person to act out in anger. Tonight I experienced my first "jealous" feeling with this guy I've been dating.

For starters, lets call this guy... Mr. S. Mr. S and I have been dating for a few weeks. We've known eachother for quite a number of years but just recently have been doing the whole dating scene. So far things have been alright. Nothing too romantic. Just two friends hanging out, a few light pecks on the lips, nothing too serious if you know what I mean. Anyway, while watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians he made a few remarks about how he loves a girl with a fat ass blah, blah, blah. I for one do NOT have an ass anywhere near fat. It's actually quite small and flat.. and I hate it. Then Mr. S being the so called "gentleman" that he is, mentions something about how hot the Kardashian sisters are. I'm not blind, and I too find myself checking them out in a non-lesbian way of course, but really... Does he need to always say what comes to mind? Do I need  to hear every thought about a certain look that he admires? I don't constantly talk about how gorgeous I think Antonio Banderas is or how I'd kill to have a boyfriend who looks like an older Taylor Lautner. So why is it he feels the need to constantly talk about how sexy this chick is or how gorgeaou that one is. It's really starting to get to me.

So that's why I decided to write about jealousy tonight. I rarely get jealous and since I felt those few stirrings earlier tonight, I figure it's only right to express my inner feelings. It's not like Mr. S reads this thing anyway.