I should be working on my presentation right now, but driving home tonight I had an epiphany.
An Aerosmith song came on the radio — I don’t even remember which one … Jaime’s Got a Gun maybe? Love in an Elevator? — and it suddenly dawned on me why chances are slim I’ll find another man I’m physically attracted to. In the near future, anyway.
Steven Tyler lips. Mick Jagger lips. I’ve had a thing for ’em since the single digits. I have such a vivid memory of seeing Steven Tyler for the first time. The movie was Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. He sang Come Together. I didn’t know exactly WHAT it meant, but just watching him sing it, I KNEW it was dirty. It was serious lust at first sight. I was 10.
Eight years later, in college, I had a hyuge poster of Mick Jagger over my bed. Everyone EVERYONE gave me shit about it, saying he was old and gross and ugly. But my taste has always been quirky. And I LOVED Mick. Still do.
Back to my point.
Men in the real world do not have lips like this. At least, they’re rare. Just like women in the real world do not have lips like Angelina Jolie. Naturally, anyway. MP’s dad was one of the rare ones. MP has inherited his beautiful lips, lucky girl.
I have yet to meet a man (in the past four years, anyway) with LIPS. I’m tellin’ ya, once I do, I’ll be an easy sell. Monday night I was watching a special about Stephen Hawking and actually found myself thinking, “He’s kinda hot …”
I know. I got issues.
I totally blame THIS. Watch and you’ll see what I mean.