Ah! The joy of romance though my imagination! There is nothing like allowing myself to be swept off of my feet by a gorgeous, adoring man who is completely wrong for me. Why is it that the more I would not give this type of man the time of day in the real world, the more he makes me swoon in my dreams?
I’ve dated the bad boy—far, far too many times. Each time I’ve hoped he would turn out to be the beautifully tortured soul whom I save from a life of despair.
Instead he’s just a jerk.
Ah, but stick him in my mind and suddenly he’s served on a golden platter pillowed by rose petals—hot, bothered, tormented and ready for me to save him from himself.
There are so many catalysts to discovering my dream man—books, television, movies. However, it is in music that I find the greatest romantics of all: The soulful voice of Steve Marriott purrs in my ear that he wants to bask in the Afterglow of my love. Keith Richards needs my love to keep him Happy. Heaven has never been too far away with Jani Lane. They are my beautiful, long-haired bad boys, much like the ones who have caused me so much trouble in the real world. However, these bad boys romance me flawlessly from the safety of my headset.
There is no man like the wrong man and no better place to find him than on my iPod.