i have to be careful on this one. i can’t give away the secret that withholds all of my desires can i? well… for starters if you haven’t heard of this so called “sweaterman”, you obviously do not know me very well. a sweatermen is my form of a prince charming, the perfect man, the sexiest type of creature alive… my husband. you get the point.
so where did this sweaterman idea come from? why that’s easy! my incredible obsession with grey sweaters. i don’t know when or how it started but grey sweaters are just about my favorite piece of male clothing in the entire world. something about sweaters is so so adorable yet irresistibly sexy. but the key is it has to be just the right sweater. none of those “i’m a preppy prick” sweaters… might as well ask for the check hun. wear just the right sweater and i swear you’ll own my heart, at least until i know the real you.
but what type of sweater they all ask me. for heaven sakes, haven’t i made it easy enough? have i not already told you my pathetic excuse of a fantasy man? if i went out to buy you the damn sweater, i’d have my man by now. plus, it’s not the stupid sweater i care so much about… it’s the man in it. the type of man to take the time to find my kind of sweater. the type of man who wants to be the right guy for me. the type of man who doesn’t ask but just does. that is the type of man who looks so goshdarn handsome in one. but you know… what do i know about men huh?
i know this much: i will love you forever sweaterman and i will find you. i promise you that.
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