I definitely like clothes as much as the next girl, just not to the extent of people who work in the fashion industry.

I've always expressed my thoughts in color but we remain blind.

I have a whole iPod full of exceptionally bad music, truly awful stuff including a disproportionate number of one hit wonders from the early '80s and lots of hair bands. I find it utterly impossible to love a song until I know every single word, so listening to live music or new bands is pretty much out.

But I cheered myself up slightly with the rationalization that all new relationships - even the fictional ones - have obstacles to overcome in the beginning. I would not give up hope on this one. Not yet.

He certainly seems like the perfect guy but none of that matters if he's not the perfect guy for you.

Leigh did what any sane female faced with such an e-mail would do: deleted it to resist the temptation of replying, cleared her trash to resist the temptation of recalling it, and then called tech support to restore all her recently deleted e-mails. (Chasing Harry Winston)

Oh, don't be silly - EVERYONE wants this. Everyone wants to be *us*.