Some of us more than others.
I have a problem.
I love Def Leppard so much I have turned my husband against them. He is so tired of hearing them and hearing about them that I have had to go underground with my obsession.
He suspects that I am fantasizing about Joe when we're in bed.
Well, I don't.
But I did dream of him. I dreamt I was in a reception room backstage of a concert, and the band came into the door, Joe first. Now look at this guy:
You'd think I'd be all over him, right? No. You know what I did? (Remember it's a dream.) I kissed him. Yep. On the hand. On the back of his hand. I felt like I was in the presence of royalty. Then I generally kow towed to the rest of the band.
You know every obsessed fan out there fantasizes meeting their obsession.
I used to wait after concerts to see them...never have. Then I thought why embarrass myself? I'm really pretty shy and all I'd do is turn into a mindless gaping... slave.
Yeah.
That's why my husband hates Def Leppard.
He knows if I ever got alone with them I'd do anything. All my intellectual capacities would evaporate and I'd be just like those other groupies they meet every day...which is why it's probably a good thing that I've never met them. I am far more fascinating in my imaginary discussions.
Besides, I don't know if my heart can take it.
>wink<
You want to go home.
You want to go home.
You want to go home.
