Has your husband–or significant other–ever asked you what your secret fantasy was?

We all know what most men fantasize about so let’s just skip the details and go to the generalities.

1. Men fantasize about the sex they used to have before they got married.

2. Men fantasize about the sex they always wanted to have.

3. Men fantasize about the sex they think every other man in the world is having except them.

Sometimes my husband tells me about his fantasies. Please see 1, 2, and 3 above.

When he asks me about my fantasies, even after all these years, he’s still hopeful. But I always disappoint.

“My fantasies,” I answer, “fitting into a size 8.”

“Looking into a mirror and seeing Hedy Lamarr’s face reflecting back at me instead of mine,” I say.

I’ve had fantasies about being on the Supreme Court and casting the deciding vote.

Sometimes I fantasize about what it would be like to be Mae West.

I have fantasies about sleeping until noon and then my maid bringing me blueberry pancakes on a beautiful tray with a red rose, and, of course, I’d be wearing a lilac pink satin & lace bed jacket like movie stars wore.

I have fantasies about dancing with Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly cutting in.

And about singing like Billie Holiday.

And singing like Joni Mitchell.

And singing like Renee Fleming.

I fantasize about being Eleanor Roosevelt but looking like Marlene Dietrich.

I have fantasies about finding out who really killed JFK, Marilyn Monroe, and JonBenet Ramsey.

But my real life has actually been more of a fantasy than any fantasy I could ever have made up.

I’ve had three good husbands (not all at the same time) and six good children (all with just one of the husbands).

I could never have fantasized all that happening to me. Especially since my Uncle Larry told me when I was 14 that nobody would ever marry me because I had buck teeth and didn’t wear my braces retainer.

When do women have time to have erotic fantasies about some Magic Mike guy, anyway?

With work, house chores, kids, meals, laundry, and their own grooming maintenance–even if it’s just washing their hair and shaving their legs–they hardly have enough time to sleep.

The truth is, I do have one really wild fantasy: that my grown children ask me for advice and then actually take it.

I don’t expect any of my fantasies will ever come true.

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Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out as well as I hope (but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)

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