It's Just A Fantasy...It's Not the Real Thing...

People either reacted violently or in awe of my taste for snobby chicks. I had written a post and stated a fact about being in love with Blair Warner (a character from televisions now defunct "Facts o f Life"). She was on a sit-com that was kinda like watching those ABC Afterschool Specials, only it was on at night and attempted to be funny. Anyway, I had mentioned that I liked snobby chicks and that Blair was the epitome of my fantasy snob girl. When she wasn't wearing her Eastland boarding school uniform, she was wearing cashmere sweaters and pearls. And she constantly talked about Daddy's money.

Now, I want to clear something up. One of my friends--Babette said, "You are so not into snobby chicks! What the heck? Is there another Angel that I don't know about?!". And I have to say that on some levels she is right. Babette knows me better than I know myself. She could draw you a map to my very soul. I would like to clarify, I'm not into them, I just fantasize about them--like one fantasizes about the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit models or the FHM cover girls. It's one of those fantasies that helps me get though a morning shower. But I would never marry one. Lord knows I have enough to do with maintaining myself. I don't think I would want the extra upkeep.

In my undergrad years, there was one sorority at WVU that had the ultimate snobby girls! I swear, everyone of those sorority sisters wore a string of pearls--if I'm not mistaken, one of their symbols was pearls. They were also very well manicured with hair that looked so groomed, clean and sweet smelling. Their fingernails were long, but not too long (good for some back scratching) and they just looked soft. Each one looked like they jumped out of a J Crew catalog. Everyone wanted to date those girls--at least in my circle of friends. In fact a few of my friends dated them and these girls were also a part of my social circle. Many of them played major roles in my fantasies.

I know I won't end up with a snobby girl. I don't want to have to maintain something like that--too much upkeep. You want to buy a Hummer--but can you actually afford the insurance? How about filling up the tank--I mean with gas prices these days. It looks good, drives well and makes you feel manly. But in the end, a more reasonable Volvo will do the job just as well.

To sum up everything, I think Vince said it best:

Snobby bitches (if Angel will allow me to be so blunt):The excitement they garner in us has two sources. One is definitely the whole "challenge" aspect. The other is the complete gratification you expect to feel once you finally get them drunk enough to let you bang the hell out of them, effectively rendering their high horse a low, mountable one.

By the way, if you guys have noticed, I'm using the click/link thing. Thanks to Totolehero, the Duck and Cher for the advice on how to use it. See how that works?