We've all imagined what a date with my beloved boo James Franco would be like. I'm as sure of that as I am that Donald Trump running for President, will guarantee four more years for President Obama. Someone asked me one day what my fantasy date would be,
He arrives at my house about 15 minutes early, looking all adorable in his suit. He blushes when my bestie lets him into the house, and tells him that it'll be a minute, I am just finishing getting ready. Of course knowing my bff (well all my bffs really) James will be questioned about his intentions towards me. A simple "I don't know" won't suffice, they would kick his cute, ever loving behind right out the door and back to Hollywood. So he simply answers that he wants to make me happy, that is his lifes goal. This answer satisfies bbf, but he still give the standard warning you hurt him (me) I will kill you. Yep my life is written by soap writers.
After the interrogation, we get into his car, a cherry red Corvette convertible. He looks over at me and smiles, grabs my hand and starts to drive. I ask where we're going, he tells me that its a surprise and that I look very good. The wind whips our hair, and I relax as we head onto the highway. He tells a raunchy joke and we both let out a big guffaw.
Suddenly he pulls off the highway and travels a dirt road and we come up to a secluded spot, after driving for a few more minutes. Its a very private section of a beach. He lays out a blanket and produces a picnic basket that I hadn't seen. As we chow down on fried chicken and mashed potatoes we make conversation about anything and everything. After we finish he pulls me into his arms and we watch as the sunsets. He kisses me gently and then with more passion with each kiss. The rest can't be read on this site haha
Boy he's a good conversationalist...:-)