every year when it starts getting hot like this, i have this fantasy:
sitting in a lounge chair by a pool in my swimsuit,wearing high heels and sunglasses (certainly cat eye or heart shaped), being served tall cocktails with umbrellas and extra long straws by tanned men with dark hair and even darker accents in crisp,white suits as i'm mindlessly flipping through magazines and trashy,pulp novels. the handsome gentleman sitting across the pool from me strides over and strikes up a conversation and helpfully asks if i need any help getting suntan lotion on my back in a suave but not sleazy way (a young roger sterling or connery era bond, if you will).....all while listening to music like this.
60s films have ruined me for real life.
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