Rock my World

I have loved him ever since I first laid eyes on him. That would of been on a Thursday, during the WWF smack down, when I first noticed my giant of a soul mate. I do not watch wrestling, know nothing about the sport. I do know I like big, no, huge muscular men. The Rock falls nothing short of larger than life. My dream man.

I know his cornball drama in the ring is an over the top act. That's why I love it. Slice me a slice of that Rock ham please, I wanna smell what that big boy's got cooking.

My hubby is well aware of my juvenile fastenation with The Rock and is man enough not to feel threatened by him. That and the fact I have a one in eight billion chance of ever hooking up with the man. Yes, I am well aware there are only four billion people in the world, I'm bright enough to realize he would take quite a few of them twice over me. But hey, I like a good challenge. If I had just had a little more time and energy I would stalk him in person. With a super sized net.

To me, The Rock is every thing good rolled into one buff package. All five of the things I want in a man. Smart, strong, handsome, funny, and strong. I have seen him crack Martha Steward up baking his chocolate chip cookies. We know how I love chocolate. I know he is an adoring husband and dad. A good family man. My boys have asked me why I love The Rock so much. I answer, "It's because he is your real father." Too bad the other hollywood family will have to go.

It is not lounging by a luxurious pool or watching him from the sidelines of his current movie set that I think about with him about though. I dream of taking a run at him, my ultimate fantasy. I have only had the chance to run at a man twice in my life, both with disappointing results. Both times alcohol helped influence me. One man I knocked over. The other bruised both my contact points on impact. A run at The Rock could not go wrong no matter what the outcome. Win-win.

I woke up on my last birthday and turned on my computer to see The Rocks face as my screen saver. Opened my cupboard door for my tea cup and there was his face taped to the inside of the door. He was also on my mirror. K2 bought me The Rocks life story at his schools bookfair. When my boys wanted kisses they put on my Rock t-shirt and then ran until I chase them down and kissed them, or his face on the shirt they were wearing. It was a good Rock day.

I came home to a quiet house after work late last night. The TV was left on, its screen bright in my dark kitchen. There was The Rock's last movie in the DVD player. A close up of his face frozen with a plussed expression on his face. I walk straight over to that image and puckered up myself and kissed the glass lips. "Hi honey, glad you waited up for me", I said and heard the giggles from the boys rooms above. "Glad to be home".