If I Had To Choose My Husband Or George Clooney…
By Divine Caroline posted
He's twice been named the Sexiest Man Alive. He makes more money in memorizing ten lines than my husband makes all year. In another century, his ravishing good looks and muscular physique were undoubtedly the criteria that all Greek Gods set for themselves. Still he remains the boy next door that every woman in the world would love to call her very own. I'm talking about George Clooney—the Buttery Hotness himself.
Nevertheless, I turned him down, even though he never asked. I turned him down, straight as an arrow.
I turned him down for all of it, everything from the kisses that probably would start at my toes, go all the way up to my hairline scalp and last for at the very least, a day. I didn't care about the Versace dresses, red carpet strolls, and the luxury penthouse suites. So Oprah wouldn't call and Chef Ramsay wouldn't give me his finest table at The London. It didn't bother me in the least that I would never ride in a private jet, with my own personal flight attendant. Who gave a flying frying pan that the paparazzi were not interested in following me to the drug store?
I still turned George "the original Dr. McDreamy" Clooney down, without one microsecond's hesitation.
Hey, even though it's only fantasy—you might want to stop for a minute, put the hammer down, the gun too, and ask me why. Why did I turn him down?
I’ll tell you why.
Because of my husband who is by no means a fantasy. Why We Fantasize And What's Normal
His name is Kurt.
He's not an internationally-known actor and he certainly doesn't own an Italian villa. Although he's lost over one hundred pounds and looks quite sexy, the phone isn't exactly ringing off the hook with magazines calling to offer him covers.
What Kurt does do is generally work over sixty hours a week, as a software architect. For the most part, as long as you're not comparing his salary to Kobe Bryant's, Bill Gates', or even a physician without student loans, Kurt does very well financially.
