i once had sex with a man, several times, whom i blame for making me hate sarah brightman. now, i'm sure you've figured out that yours truly is incapable of hating people. i am, after all, a man who loves men and musicals. but i draw the line in the sand just in front of her last-season's slingbacks. i used to love ms. brightman and her once-upon-a-husband andrew lloyd weber. but it all changed when i met this one man because each time we would slip into something more comfortable he made a mad dash to the stereo and turned on a sarah brightman cd.
the first time i tried to pretend it was romantic to hear her sing "think of me" whilst going around the world. the second time, i felt a little creeped out as she sang "phantom of the opera theme" with michael crawford. the spooky organ sequence and his snaggle teeth can make any man go soft. the third time, as she sang "wishing you were somehow here again," to her dead father mind you, the show could not go on. i feigned a headache then faked falling asleep, complete with a dream sequence. after he'd fallen asleep, i made like phantom and left in the middle of the night.
yes, he made me hate her. and i saw him at the black-eyed pea last night. i wondered which diva he's turning men off of these days...
in the background::one night stand:enrique iglesias
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