Yes..trashies...and guess what?? I read them...why? you might ask..well for one thing they are entertaining..for another they all have happy endings..well not the kind you guys the male sex think of...but the one where the princess meet the prince..her love..and off he would carry her into the sunset on his noble steed..to their kingdom..palace of happy ever after..
the other day I sneaked out for lunch..I usually have an hour..thus even if I took forever to eat I still have half an hour to spare..and since the food court is right next to Angus and Robertsons I went in to have have a browse..
and yes..the trashies were overflowing..there were a few from my favourite author Jill Mansell..yet I resisted...
reasons for resisting..time to live in the real world..stop day dreaming..my prince will never come on a noble steed..may be in a car may be...that is if the car don't break down..he will never carry me because I am too heavy ...there would never be a palace of happy ever after...may be a house ..may be fights..may be make ups..
until my romantic side barges in...what's wrong with reading trashies..the world is all mixed up..full of tragedies..what's wrong with a few happy endings??
try telling it to the wives of the guys who uses the service..apparently you can get happy endings in Canberra or is it Sydney for $150 a pop...and to achieve that?? a whole body massage :) they slide on you until you see stars..or is it fireworks..:)
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