About two months ago, Ms Inconspicuous confessed to having an illogical, impractical desire: to be his. Illogical and impractical in her situation especially, she is an adulteress (by the way, if you’ve never read her, you should). In her own words, “we have no right to ask for fidelity from an adulterer.” Yet she craves for someone who’ll say “I won’t share you”.

Marianne, too, understands this sentiment (and you should read her, too). “I want me to be what you want”, she says.

Reading them, I was all but nodding in agreement. Yes, to be desired. Wanted. To be someone’s “Mine”. I don’t know very many women who love the idea of a man that wants to share them. I can just picture the conversation with the girls at the office:

“Hey, what if your guy said he didn’t mind if you slept around?”
“What? No way, he would have to be at least a little bit jealous…”
“No, no, he really wouldn’t be jealous.”
“Ugh. Well, that sucks. Wouldn’t that mean he doesn’t care about me?” 

Of course, Boy Toy is exactly like that hypothetical boyfriend I was describing. Read the rest of this entry »