8.18.2008

Have you met my boyfriend, Michael Phelps?

Ha ha, fooled you. But a girl can dream, right? It seems like the whole country has Phelps fever (phever?) and the bottom line is he is amazing. No question. He has captured my attention, but not just because of his accomplishments in the pool. In the interviews I've watched and read, he comes across as a very down to earth guy who just "likes to swim fast". Humble much?

Oh and he's freakin' hot.

And honestly, why wouldn't he love me? We have so much in common! Like we're both Americans! We both have tattoos! He was in the last 3 Olympics and I watched the last 3 Olympics. He likes to be in the pool and I like to lay out by the pool. He has all of those medals and I really like sparkly things...

I fear I've just crossed a line of shallowness that I may not be able to return from.


Ok, ok...we live on separate coasts. He's traveled the world and I've barely made it out of California. He's a 23-year-old mama's boy and I'm a 30-year-old soon-to-be divorcee. He's a world class athlete and I have to be bribed with ice cream to work out.

Oh Michael Phelps, what could have been...





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