It's Hard Not to be Sexy When Holding An Ancient Dagger

I was waiting in line at Blockbuster today. (Having no life, I often find myself waiting in line at Blockbuster.) I noticed that Blockbuster was really pushing their TV Boxed DVD Series Sets. I guess they must be really big money makers at Christmas time. Among the Boxed Sets was "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". Now, I'm not afraid to admit that, at 37yrs old, I'm a big Buffy fan. My sister, who lives around Cape Fear North Carolina would call me after her kids went to sleep and we would discuss the latest Buffy episode before it all was cancelled a few years ago.

One thing I noticed about the picture on the DVD set was that there were two prominent features to the pic. Buffy was all boobs and all ancient dagger. This leads me to wonder if men don't have some of the "bad girl" fantasies like women have "bad boy" fantasies. You know, women seem to fall for the guy who is "wild" and untamed. He's the one who always leaves the girl pregnant and heartbroken as he goes to "find himself"....probably with another women. Well, I think men suffer from the same thing, just a wee bit lighter version. Men like women who are dangerous because it's sexy as hell. What's not to like about a women with big knockers, leather pants, and an ancient dagger with which she alone must slay something with?

Of course, she's never really available and must always leave but....the sex would be good.
Just like my own Wolverine fantasy (yes, I think his harder-than-steel body complete with retractable claws is sexy) all fantasies, whether men or women are always just out of our reach. We're all made to believe that someone ultra sexy and exciting is just around the corner. Oh yeah, and they are looking for us too.... It keeps us unavailable to the girl or guy next door. We spend our whole life looking for something made up because the real thing is just too boring. Wolverine and Buffy never have bad breath, gas, pimples, or anything unattractive like a real person would. They don't get fat when the kids come along or forget our birthdays. Oh, and I know Wolverine would send me 3 dozen roses at work just to tell me he was thinking about me...sorry, I digress. :)