Worlds colliding
Some of you know about my #1 fetish. I’ve never made a secret of it. It all started with a Kate Spade brown Graphic Dot Sam bought at full price one evening after work at the Mazza Galerie Neiman Marcus. I blushed the whole way home on the train; partly from the rush of owning its style and beauty but mostly from what I’d just paid for it. You never forget your first.
Fewer of you know about my #2 fetish, which has never been, um, actualized. A year or so ago, while sitting and watching football with Marty, probably after at least one gin and tonic, I made up a list of the 12 hottest current NFL quarterbacks. Marty called them my calendar boys. Throughout the season, whenever we would watch games together, I referred to Eli Manning only as “Mr. February,” Brett Favre as “Mr. July.”
Now I know the erstwhile romance between Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo has been over for months, but I just recently came across this picture on the Web:
I have been shocked into a state of suspended animation trying to decide which arm candy I like better: the right or the left?
(Oh yeah, and Jess, sweetie? I hope you enjoyed the basketball game you were headed to the afternoon this photo was taken. Lucky bitch. You lost Mr. April but I bet you still have that bag.)