So you’re picking out a card for your uncle’s 50th, or maybe your cousin’s graduation. And you’re browsing the selection, looking for the perfect one, when you get sidetracked. Particularly, when you see the sexy card displaying a steamy, twenty-something guy.
He has six-pack abs and no shirt. Sometimes, he’s even resting his hands through the belt loops of his jeans, so that they tug at little on the waist line, as if he’s seconds away from taking them off completely.
Even better, the card promises to be more revealing on the inside! You, of course, open the card hoping to see him naked. You dirty girl, you.
Fine, at the very least in a tight pair of well-fit briefs.
But, you and I both know the truth.
Anyway, you knew it wouldn’t happen. It never does. C’mon, you’re in a convenience store. Children are flipping through books on the other side of the aisle. But, that doesn’t stop you from looking. It doesn’t stop you from entertaining the possibility.
And it’s funny because humans are so predictable.
But hey, at least I’m not reading 50 Shades of Gray.