Jimmy Thomas

Quite Literally 

The Man of my Dreams

by Jowanna aka Pimpin' Reads.

It happened.  It finally freaking happened!  I had a dream about Jimmy Thomas.  You would think as much time in my life (only lately. like 6 months)  I have spent thinking about him, since becoming aware of his existence, that it would have happened by now.
But NO!
My dreams never are about things of "THAT" nature.  And well neither was this one.  

NO!  Not me.
I could not have a dream where maybe possibly I am in a cover shoot with him,  or he is a hero where I am the heroine. NO! It had to be even more dirty and under-seeded then that, and it was.

The Dream

In the dream I am very ashamed of myself.  I am spending massive amounts of energy hunting Jimmy Thomas down at various events to get his picture and an autograph.  Me and my friend (who I have yet to identify) go to great lengths to obtain them.  For example; at one point I have to drag my but up large massive sand dunes to get to him.  (Believe me if you have ever climbed in the sand that is quite the feat.)  We have to get his pictures in weird places.  He drops them off at "undisclosed" sites known only to us.  I feel sneaky getting them and excited all at the same time.  Then we have to go find Jimmy.  Where we wait for hours to get  his autograph.  But hey, I don't mind.  I told my friend as she complained.  "I've waited longer for a doctor."

She grunts. "Not me!"  As much as she likes him she whines and complains, but I put up with it.  Until finally I  get my turn.  When I meet him.  I am speechless.  Shyness takes over.  (which does not exist for me)

So much so that I do not even speak to him or look at what he is writing on the hot stopping picture.  I wait to I get back to behind some wall to look down at what he has wrote, and it is not much.  My heart is broke, because he lavishes all the attention on my friend who only semi-likes him, but he has no clue about that.  Ugh!  I am so frustrated.  Then for whatever reason I remember why I am ashamed.

Because he is a "WANTED" man by the police.  I had seen his "WANTED" poster before, but was too ashamed to report him due to the fact that I had ignored the first one that I'd seen.  Why did I ignore it.  

I WAS TOO BUSY LOOKING AT HIM THAT I DID NOT READ THE WARNING.

The warnings had been up all over town.

The next time we see him we have to pick up his photos out of some old 70's model, t-top, Camero.  They are laying in the front seat.  It is hotter then hell outside.  (I failed to mention before that when I meet him it is always outside, and it is always hotter then hell, and I am sweating profusely. (Attractive! NOT)

This time he has on less clothes.  A tank top and jeans.  (yeah, you would think I could dream up something less.  Apparently, I am not as big of a perv as I give myself credit)  Jimmy is worn out and tired.  I feel so sorry for him.  His eyes look sad as I see him off in a distance anticipating my turn.  This time I will speak to him.  Let him know my name.  That way I can get a better autograph. NOPE!   Chicken out and lose my nerve.  Once again my friend out does me.  Ah!  If he only knew.  I swoon!  He's not merely a picture to me.  He is magnificent. 

 (I know that really is kinda psycho!) 

So ends the dream!  Yep, that was all there was the end of it!

NOW THE REAL REASON

Real Life

I am not some sicko.  I assure you.  Jimmy existed, come to find, out on only 2 of my many books.  Probably due to the fact so many of them are on the Kindle.  They're Donna Grants, and you, may or may not know, his face is not even on those.  Nope.  The first time I seen him was from a pic an online friend posted that she had taken with him only a few short months ago.
  What I call a "real picture"  

When I seen it.  I squealed in delight, because for months I had been writing about a King named Syler and suddenly here he was in the FLESH!  Apparently, I am not the only one whose dreams conjures up men that have this look, or why else would he be on over 1500 covers!  Dang!  

Imagine my surprise when I found out the man that has been in my mind for months quite literally exist.   Which is really weird because Syler is "21" years old for the sake of the book, but my mind always makes my characters look older, maybe because I won't feel like a pedophile or something.  Also, Syler is 6'5 and weighs 260lbs.  Unlike Jimmy who, I think, says he is 6 foot even and 210lbs.  

Just so you know.  Syler walks around in a black suit most of the time in my mind.  Minus the tie, because he is really bothered by them, and no matter how many times I try to put him in it, he always takes it off.
 (He should have a tie.  Tell him!)  

You would also think that while I was imagining  him that I could at least make him shirtless or something.  (Sometimes I do.  For the sake of the story and all.)

Ah! My Dream Man!

Sorry!  I GOT DISTRACTED!

In real life

I really do not know how he does what he does.  I am so self-conscience of my picture being taken that sometimes when I look through the family albums I feel as if I never existed.  When anyone gets out the camera.  I make a RUN for it.  

Ordinary!  Nothing spectacular.  

I really respect his profession.  It must be a lot of hard work.  Also, I imagine it would be hard being that nice looking all the time.  People would bound to want to use you.  How could you trust anyone's motives?  Do they like him for his looks or for the person that he is?  That would be a tragedy.  Your looks opening the door, only to find shallow people on the inside once it slams metaphorically behind you. 

You have to also respect his dedication.  I wonder if he ever "pigs" out.   I love to eat, as you can probably tell by my picture.  He is inspiring me to get healthier.  For some reason he does.  I want to lose this extra weight but it is so hard.  AND I really need to because I am diabetic and I would really like to be around to see grandchildren and all. 

 HELP!  I need more motivation!

Now for the end.  

Yeah I "heart" Jimmy Thomas, but I have been with the same man for 24 years and I love him more and more each day.  Would not trade that for a million Jimmy's.  

I hope someone appreciates my ranting and ravings.  If you wonder why I do this.  It's a journals of sorts.  Now I can come back and look at it and remember with fondness.

The NIGHT I dreamed about Jimmy Thomas.

I hope it is not a secluded event!
This is me thinking about Jimmy Thomas! LOL

A Pattern! Ya think?

Okay.  I have not published on here in a long time but I did not want to hog up my book announcements with my epiphany.  For book announcements go to Pimpin' Reads.  Please read the passage at the end dedicated to my husband who puts up with all this.

I am beginning to see a huge pattern in the kind of men I think are SUPER HOT!  Do you see it?

First off:

Jimmy Thomas.

OMG I swoon on a daily basis

Then there is Joe Manganiello aka Alcide

The new Favorite werewolf on True Blood

Oh and How about David Gandy

My husband wears Dolce and Gabanna Light Blue now because of him and well my BFF Casey. Who  has been my friend for over 25 years~~

Which happens to look like this! The one on your Left Obviously.  More about him later.

If you know me then you know I am addicted to V and it is not the Vampire Blood from True Blood

But VISHOUS from the Black Dagger Brotherhood Series.  True?

Oh and Ian Somerhalder.  Great Vamp

Oh we can't forget my Bill!  Stephen Moyer

.Or Micheal Barre

Thank you God~

Then there is Khal Drogo - Jason Mamoa

When he goes OFF he is so super sexy A MUST WATCH

Wanna See Who Made my walls as a child

John Taylor lined them for YEARS!

This is how he looked in the 80's

Don't forget he 70's

Here are some other honorable mentions

So I think it all kinda begin with my BFF Casey from my freshman year in high school.  Although I did have the thing for John Travolta but everyone did.  See when I met Casey I thought he was the most handsome and charming person I had ever met.  I was completely smitten with him.  I wrote him a note once declaring my devotion, but I don't think I ever actually gave it to him.  I will have to ask him.  LOL

I took this pic of him and my friend Erin.  We were in study hall.  I had him for almost an hour everyday.

I never could get his attention as a girlfriend however.  I remember declaring to my mom that I would only ever go to the prom with Casey. Because I could picture him in my mind in a Tux and let me tell you that was some serious dreaming for a young girl.   He was my dreamboat!  His dark hair and light eyes.  He has the most perfect lips and teeth. Casey is witty as can be,  and can turn on the charm in an instant.  Any woman would be lucky to get him.  Right?  But in 1983 I did not know what "gay" was and unfortunately for me Casey was and is to this day a Gay and Proud man.  I am proud of him too. I am blessed to have him as my friend and I miss him so much.  DOES MY HUSBAND KNOW?  Heck YES!  He says Casey is one of the finest people he has ever met.  He truly is.  Now I am feeling a bit nostalgic.  

Would you like to see my other boy BFF from High School.  You will never guess what he looks like.

MEET CHRIS

 Here he is in high school

He is on the left and Casey is in the back

I can remember laying in the floor with him at the house one day watching TV.  (because that is what you did back then.  Floor models you know)  Dad pulled me aside and said "Jowanna you better not be teasing that boy."  Dad thought I was teasing him because he was overweight, but dad had know idea.  I was crazy about him and well yet again his boat did not float that way.  Sort a speak.
 I still love him and miss him dearly.  

My actual PROM DATE.  Because I eventually figured Casey out and moved on.
John David.   Sweetest guy Ever!

Now for the crowning jewel my Husband Jerry.  

All my pictures of us when we are young were lost on my other computer and I have never re-scanned.  Note to self:  Do that.  After 24 years of being together I still find him sexy every day.  He gets up every morning and goes to work faithfully.  (he puts on a tie everyday. I think that is SO HOT!)  So I  get to see him all dressed up on a daily basis.  When he comes home I still get excited.   He is the best dad in the whole world and he can be funny as a monkey sometimes.  He makes me feel special and when I am sick he ALWAYS takes care of me.  He DOES know about my SWOONING for all these hot guys.  He knows about the HOT GUY blogging and pics.  Sometimes I see a man that I find so attractive I run and show him.  He always laughs at me or nods his head.  I love him and I love him most of all for allowing me to be me! 

 Weird and Crazy.