Speaking of perving, did you see my old Sydney Swans boyfriend Ryan O'Keefe on Celebirty MasterChef last week?
Words (almost) fail me. What a lucky lucky girl his wife must be (BBBBIIIIITTTTTCCCHHHH!!!!!)...
Not only is he a tall, gorgeous Adonis like male who plays (generally fantastic, lately not so good) AFL at the top level for the best team but he makes his own pasta, from scratch. My GOD, if he likes Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain he would be the absolutely perfect male specimen.
Anyway, he didn't win (it was rigged!) but he did win my heart all over again.
Showing posts with label Perving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Perving. Show all posts
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Wrong
I know it's wrong. Very wrong.
But a girl has eyes. You can't expect me to sit through my daughter's swimming class with my eyes closed every week, now can you?
Is it my fault that they seem to recruit their young male swimming instructors from a male modelling agency?
Who knew I was going to turn into a dirty old lady perv in my later years?
Now that you mention it, the signs have been there for a long time. Sad.
But a girl has eyes. You can't expect me to sit through my daughter's swimming class with my eyes closed every week, now can you?
Is it my fault that they seem to recruit their young male swimming instructors from a male modelling agency?
Who knew I was going to turn into a dirty old lady perv in my later years?
Now that you mention it, the signs have been there for a long time. Sad.
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