Well, I thought I was going to be released from my blogging duties today when I saw that Amanda--the darling love--had posted. Not so, said the others. I am most seriously displeased, not to mention quite put out that I have been all but dragged out of my warm bed to do my duty!
However, frowning and sulking gives me facial lines and that just cannot be condoned. So, I fear, I must put away my fit of the blue devils and 'get over myself' as Charlotte is so very fond of telling me.
Now, then, what shall we chat about? I have not had my morning port (I dislike these modern times when one must drink nothing but coffee or tea in the morning) so I will admittedly not be at my most charming or witty. But bear with me...
Yes well, I must stop lamenting my loss of port, and start thinking....what can we chat about? Surely not Viscount Raeburn. I'm sick to death of hearing Charlotte droan on about the poor tortured soul! Give him his opium already and be done with it. I'm playing second fiddle and becoming quite sullen over the thought!
Certainly, I'm not going to discuss deadlines because, frankly, deadlines can go to the devil for all I care. And book covers??? Come now, I am tired of seeing that bloke on every cover. Surely, I am just as (what is the modern venacular, oh yes,) stacked, as Nathan??? And with a better pedigree, I assure you!! But the chap does bring up a quandry for me.
In reading the responses about covers, and perusing my fair share of them on this beast called 'the net' I have come across an alarming trend, one that men in my day would never conceive of as being masucline.
The Hairless torso. The hairless arms. The hairless...well, I've been reminded that this is a PG13 site. Whatever the bloody hell that means.....
However, I digress. Let us get back to the smooth chest. Do women really like them? Would it be offputting to have a little dusting of hair? After all, that is what marks a man. In my day, we lounged about waiting for that first glimpse of black silk. I surely wouldn't have ordered my valet to shave, pluck, or god above, wax it off! And that little line of fuzz from the navel to the well....dark lands, is a pathway of exploration that surely women cannot resist?
So, I, Lord Craven-Moore ask, "Are you into the hairless look, or is a little bit of hair desirable? Is it different in books, then in real life? Pray tell, what is your fancy?
Adieu, ma petite anges!