So I had a sex dream last night.  Not about Rosie Jones.  As a matter of fact it was about a person I would largely say I feel no attraction to.   As a matter of fact I twice went to post her today, thinking, well, it does seem what my brain wants, I do keep thinking about that dream and then I go look at pictures and it’s like, man, I am not attracted to this girl at all (I am keeping the name not mentioned just because I didn’t start this blog to start talking about how unattractive people are.  If you really want to know send me an ask).  The mysteries of my brain.  I mean this exact thing doesn’t happen to me all the time, I don’t have that many sex dreams, I am not whole-lies-and-half-smiles.  But like so I am thinking about this and then for some reason Rosie Jones popped into my head.  There is no relation there to anything (well other than the fact that Rosie Jones is a model and whole-lies-and-half-smiles is obsessed with models) but she just popped into my head.  Cause that’s how my brain works.  And the world knows I really like English girls.  So here she is.  And one more point fo rmy brain, I selected the last picture 100% because I have a friend who want her to see those shoes.  And I was like, oh, these shoes, she needs to see these, I think she’ll really like them.  Then I realized I am the only person looking at English Glamour Models going, “But how are her shoes”?  In fairness this is the same brain that tells me at least twice a day, “Don’t be a pussy, you can make that jump easy,” so you know, my brain is a fucking idiot. Irregardless today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.