"The green fairy that lives in the absinthe wants your soul, but you are safe with me."-Gary Oldman to Winona R in Bram Stoker's Dracula

Am I really?

I'm flipping the script. If the Nordic men I've met so far in this town are "intimidated" by a chica like moi there's not a damned thing I can or want to do about it, see?

I'd dig being Sophia Loren-like in a black lace nightie mid-afternoons to some swell younger man, just to catch up on my smooching quotient...but that sounds great on the page, impossible in r e a l i t y, no?