Fantasies Are Absolutely Safe, As

I Do What Most Women Do. I Meet Someone And Some Of It's Right, Maybe He Looks Right, Or Has The Right Job, Or The Right Background, And, Instead Of Sitting Back And Waiting For Him To Reveal His Other Bits, I Make Them Up. I Decide How He Thinks, How He's Going To Treat Me, And, Sure Enough, Every Time I Conclude That This Time He's Definitely My Perfect Man, And All Of A Sudden, Well, Not So Suddenly Perhaps, Usually Around Six Months After We've Split Up, I See That He Wasn't The Person I Thought He Was At All.

I Want Someone Who Will Adore Me So Much That They Cannot Even Walk Past Me Without Touching Me In Some Way. I Want Someone Who Will Worship Me, Even When.. I'm Sitting Around In Fluffy Slippers With No Makeup On And Hair Scraped Back. I'm Sick And Tired Of Being On My Own. Most Of The Time I'm Fine. Some Of The Time I Even Quite Enjoy It. But At This Precise Moment In Time I'm Fed Up With It. I've Had Enough.

... You Don't Have To Wait For Someone To Treat You Bad Repeatedly. All It Takes Is Once, And If They Get Away With It That Once, If They Know They Can Treat You Like That, Then It Sets The Pattern For The Future.

Jules Has Always Been One Of Those Women That Men Go Crazy About Because She Has Enough Self-confidence To Say This Is Me, Take It Or Leave It. And, Invariably, They Take It. Or At Least Try To. They Love The Fact That She Doesn’t Wear Makeup. That Her Clothes, On Her Tiny, Petite Frame, Are A Mishmash Of Whatever She Happens To Pull Out Of The Wardrobe That Morning. That Her Laugh Is Huge And Infectious, And, Most Of All, That She Listens. She Loves Life, And People, And Makes Time For Them, And Even Before Jamie Came Along Men Were Forever Falling In Love With Her.

Fantasies Are Absolutely Safe, As Long As You Never Try To Make Them A Reality.