Suddenly I see that Raquel Welch's Foster Grants have given her great insight on all things sexy. I blame it al on the internets too.
"My fantasies were all made up on my own. They’re ruining us with all the explanations and the graphicness. Nobody remembers what it’s like to be left to form your own ideas about what’s erotic and sexual. We’re not allowed any individuality. I thought that was the fun of the whole thing. It’s my fantasy. I didn’t pick it off the Internet somewhere."
I am not at all shocked that it's a hot shoplifting item. I know how much Tide costs and it's crazy. Try finding the HE kind, forget it. I only use a third of the recommended dose just trying to get the most out of my bottle like a Tide ho. Pretty soon you'll have to get a prescription from your cleaning lady for this one.
The Carlos he refers to is Martin’s boyfriend of nearly four years, Carlos Gonzalez Abella, a financial analyst/stockbroker. Martin has been hesitant to discuss his boyfriend in the past, but now he flashes a toothy smile and leans in a bit, his voice growing softer. “I think he’s so sexy. He’s very smart. That is such a turn-on,” Martin laughs. “He leaves the house every day in a suit and tie and that is so sexy. It’s two different worlds—his and mine. I know as much about his world as he knows about my world, which makes it really cool.”
"I look at my daughter and I'm like, 'You have my old skin and I want it back! You have my old legs, I want them back! You have my old hair, I want it back!'