I love Elvis - my iguana, not the dead singer, although he's pretty groovy, too. But Elvis is really fantastic as iguanas go. He keeps me company but doesn't demand too much of me. He's almost always waiting for me when I get home and a couple of crickets or a rub behind his earholes and he's happy. I can leave him alone for a day or two without worrying about him. He makes almost no noise at all. No muss, no fuss.
The perfect pet.
I just don't want a boyfriend that reminds me of my iguana. I don't need another pet - I already have Elvis. Don't get me wrong - I don't need any more drama in my life, but a little bit of excitement wouldn't kill me. Well, maybe it would. I'm not saying that my boyfriend isn't terrific, but ... there's just no spark. I think that's what's missing. That little bit of flash and electricity. I'm probably going to regret even thinking this, but I need a little electricity to spice things up. I just hope I don't end up sticking my finger in a light socket to get it!
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