Killer Queen if you Please

So I finally saw Bohemian Rhapsody, I loved it, but it felt rushed. Like it should have been a 6 part documentary, but I understand why they did it the way they did. I thought Rami Malek did an excellent job of bringing Freddie Mercury back to us for a short time. He captured his essence and his singing.

Of course I had to download Queen’s greatest hits and have been playing them since. I had forgotten how many hits they really had and how much fun it is to sing those songs. How much they allow me to time travel, they are so the soundtrack to my misspent youth.

So big happenings on the Dean front, this past week he liked two of my tweets. I know, right! Two!

Yes, I know, this is crazy talk and I am strangely good with it.

A few months back someone asked me if it has to be Dean, my answer was for now it does. You see I am damaged and Dean Cain is safe. The odds of me actually meeting him are pretty slim and of him actually being attracted to me is even slimmer. So he is safe, I can say I am going to marry Dean Cain and I know it will not happen. I am safe, I can live my life alone, never tempting any sort of ego bruising or actually feelings. What are those?

I don’t know if it will always be Dean, but for now he is my safety, he has been since 1993.

It started when I was first divorced, I was a single mom with three kids and three jobs and full time college. I didn’t have time to date, however, people still felt the need to call me out on not dating.

So I would say, i’ll date when Superman shows up at my front door, by Superman I mean Dean Cain. I mean seriously, he was and still is the prettiest man I have ever seen in my entire life. And Dean shirtless in Lois and Clark, well, that was a sight to behold.

So he has been my safety net since 1993, and when I did let him go, well it was disastrous, I think we can all agree on that. My life was a fiasco, and I refuse to have a fiasco again, no thank you.

I’ll sign off for now, Killer Queen is playing and I must sing it at the top of my lungs and dance with the dog.

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