What you or I think is SEXY does not make any sense. SEXY is not rational, it’s chemical. It’s a trigger word, gesture, feature, or pheromone that ignites a biochemical/psychosexual response, akin to hypnotism, to which the only proper response is, Uhuh…OK…
That's why I hate Sophia Vergara. She has the power to hypnotize me!
…It does not matter that I can’t understand half of what she is saying, my only response to her is, (heavy breathing and) Uhuh…OK...
Hating
a SEXY Woman is
one thing, but I really, really hate a SEXY Man!
One
day because of a SEXY Man I was on my knees, naked and happy - in a
closet. To this day, I don’t know
who owned the closet or why there was a mini
fridge in there.
SEXY Man (in closet doorway): You want me don’t you?
Me: Uhuh…
SEXY Man: Crawl into
the closet and lean over the mini fridge.
Me: OK…
On rainy days, my knees deliver a bittersweet reminder of that
mini fridge action.
I hate a SEXY Man, because I lose time day dreaming what I
want to do with/to him. I lost three
days this week just dreaming about holding onto Barack Obama’s ears.
Sometimes he be looking like a black James Bond,
and
working that leader of the free world, sexy
nerd vibe until
all I want to say is, Uhuh…OK…
SEXY POTUS: You want
to hold my ears don’t you.
Me: Uhuh…
SEXY POTUS: Civilians will die from drones I drop on
Afghanistan, Yemen, Somalia and Pakistan.
Me: OK…
SEXY POTUS: You know,
I
can target by drone, an American citizen for death without justifiable evidence.
Me: Uhuh…
SEXY POTUS: Crawl on over
here and hold my ears.
Me (heavy breathing and on all fours): OK…
SEXY just does not make sense. It's not supposed to I guess. Just
show me your premature Nobel Peace Prize, sign the National
Defense Authorization Act, allow domestic military
surveillance of non -“specifically identified” people and I’m down on all
fours.
Ouch, I
need a better pair of knee-pads to love hating this SEXY Man.
