‘n good news! I found a new Facebook muse. Thank you for all your words of encouragement, letters and voicemails. It took some time, but I think I found him. That’s right, it’s a man. And he is fantastic.
My last muse expressed herself in written form, which, don’t get me wrong, was inspirational. But, this guy shares nothing. Not a word on his status updates. Instead, he relies solely on posting images. Which only makes me want to fill in the blanks. I guess that old adage, “a picture is worth a thousand words,” has some serious merit.
After clicking through image after image after shirtless image, I’ve started writing again. Incessantly. This guy makes words flow from me like sewer water from a broken sprinkler. Frankly, I don’t even know where he came from. A friend of a friend maybe? I have a vague recollection of who this might be, but I can’t be too sure. Regardless, I’m happy because now I have B-cup pecks in my News Feed at all times.
In all fairness, he doesn’t always pose topless. My muse covers up when he has company. He recently posted this little gem from a get together:
Can my muse get wild or what? And how cool is the dude in the glasses? More importantly, how do I get invited to this party?
Hmm. I suppose I have to take off my shirt.
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