Saturday, February 19, 2011


On the morning of my thirtieth birthday, I woke up next to a gorgeous man. Tonight, he's taking me out on the town. A black strapless dress with little white polka dots. (Perfect for twirling.) Black patent leather come fuck me heels. A red clutch. Pearls. And a teeny, tiny red lace thong.

Thirty doesn't stand a chance.