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