I was kinda let down today. I had to deliver a couple of pizzas to the nearby fire dept. tonight. On the way, I fantasized about a bunch of guys sitting at the station all sprawled out w/o shirts on, and all very cut and hot. Of course they were either sweating or covered in oil, as their chests were all glistening in the overhead light. They all had the uniform pants on, you know, with one suspender on the shoulder deal, and were just dying for a piece of pizza. When I entered with the pizza, they all hoorahed and lifted me (and my VERY pregnant ass!) up onto their shoulders and cheered. It was great!

Yeah, so when I finally found the door to this fire station, one guy answers it. He's not fat, but he's not skinny, and he's more interested in making sure I brought the right pizzas than how hot he looks or the fact that I'm his hero for bringing them. He pays me, then hears a beep on his radio, then quickly shoos me off w/a crappy $2 tip!

My fantasy is SOOOOOOO lost! I'm thinking maybe I should stop looking at those calendars of firemen. What do you think? Amanda says hot firemen like that can only be found in New York. Hmmmm....