Those who know me, know that I am 100% committed to my partner, Whatshisname. Ours is a relationship built on trust, love and a mutual hatred of Joan Rivers (someday I'll write about that).
But like any red blooded all American Male, my eye does wander, of course that's where it all ends; that said, I often wonder if the possibility ever came up to meet and become intimate with someone I find attractive, would I, could I...
I can safely answer that one, that with the exception of Antonio Banderas, my heart does belong to Whatshisname.
You see, I am one of those guys who really has a hard time doing anything that might really hurt another person. This moralistic part of me even invades my freaking dreams.
Last night I dreamt that Brad FUCKING Pitt was in bed with me. He was naked and bathed in an un-earthly golden glow like a Greek God (shades of "Troy"). He kept trying to touch me and kiss me, and what did I do?
I pushed him out of bed and said, "Sorry, I can't it would be wrong."
Christ-all-mighty, even in my dreams I am true blue.
Damn, I hate morality!