This might come as a surprise to a lot of people coming from the woman who calls her web site I Will Dare, but I don’t have sexual, groupie-like feelings towards Paul Westerberg. In fact the thought of it kind of oogs me out.
So now you’ll understand my general feeling of heebie-jeebieness with regards to the awful sex dream I had about Mr. Westerberg last night. It wasn’t even a sex dream so much as a want-to-have-sex dream.
I am gagging a bit just recalling it.
So PW and I were in, perhaps an office building, a dorm, or a hotel with the room’s door open. People were milling about outside and he was trying to plan his next tour. I was helping, I guess. See, I wanted him to do three shows in Chicago and he only wanted to do one. I decided to con him into seeing things my way by rubbing my naked breasts all over him.
It worked. Barf.
And now whenever I close my eyes, all I can see is Paul in those blue sunglasses looking up at me from beneath my breasts.
Gag me.
“I decided to con him into seeing things my way by rubbing my naked breasts all over him.
It worked.”
This will work for just about anything, anytime.
& Maybe it’s time for a name change to, I WILL BARE
This is the first time i have ever placed a comment anywhere. Your writing always emotes some great emotion out of me. I certainly laughed out loud at this one. Please keep it up, your writing is wonderful!
Nothing will bring people out of the woodwork like naked breasts.
Did someone say naked breasts?
hahahahaaa….
that is hilarious.
hopefully his wife doesnt find out =O
hahaa
wow.