>Ok, It’s after one a.m., and I’m sitting here wondering if the second costume order I just placed is going to work for me. The first two I ordered, fit, but MY GOD! I wasn’t just a buxom wench, I was, according to the DH, incredibly lusty. He loved the costumes until I said, “oh, so it’s okay for me to wear this to RT convention in April where there are lots of cover models who might actually get a kick out of seeing me tumble out of this bodice and exposing my hard, pink nipples???
Amazing how quickly men change their tune when it’s not THEM doing the looking. *shaking head* So I’ve packed up the costumes for return, and I’ve ordered two different ones. Even losing weight isn’t going to solve my problem I’m afraid. All of these costumes are made for women who aren’t intimidated by showing a lot, and I do mean A LOT, of cleavage. I never minded showing just a touch. Just enough to tease, entice and seduce. BUT holy moly! I just can’t imitate J-Lo. Not even if I had her body could I imitate J-Lo.
Now that’s a pretty interesting confession from an erotic romance writer, wouldn’t you say?? Everyone seems to thing that because one writes erotic romance or erotica, the writer either has this incredible, out-of-this-world sex life. Or if one is an erotica writer, everyone assumes “anything goes” is representative of the sex du jour!
I’m here to state clearly and emphatically that it doesn’t work that way. I write romance, but it’s romantic fantasy for women. I don’t write my personal life, specifically because in reality, I’m a pretty boring person.
- Opininated, true
- stubborn, true
- sometimes funny, true
- buxom, yes
- deviant, NO
- wanting people to like her, of course
- able to cope if they don’t, absolutely
So if these new costumes I ordered don’t feel comfortable when I try them on…well they’re going back and I’m going to just indulge in a nice black dress and wear my fairy wings every night as my “ode to costume.” At least those damn things don’t display my breasts in their full, alabaster glory. Nope, those fairy wings simply point downward toward the big ass I’ve developed over time.
God, can’t a girl win for losing??? *sigh*