The minute I first saw him, I knew I had to meet him. The moment I saw his muscular body and gorgeous head of thick blond hair, I knew that I had to find some way for our paths to cross. I just knew that we were meant to be together, however briefly.
It didn’t matter that he was in England, staying with CC Mackenzie. It didn’t matter that he had a long list of other women who also wanted him. It didn’t matter that he was a six inch tall action figure. I just knew that I had to have Thor. What woman could resist a few days with a hot Norse god with his own thunder hammer?
And so I contacted Debra Kristi, who is managing Thor’s World Tour, added my name to the long list of women hoping for some time with him, and waited patiently for Thor to arrive. For a time it looked as though it might not happen. He had a dangerous run-in with Lara Croft when he visited Lisa Hall Wilson. And then Sheila Seabrook used her feminine wiles to lure him into staying with her. Fortunately for me, he escaped and arrived in my mailbox just before I left for New Orleans.
Now any sensible woman would have invited Thor in, locked the door, and spent a few days luxuriating in his godliness. That was certainly my plan. But the timing was bad: I only had one evening to enjoy Thor’s company, and unfortunately I had already agreed to attend a girls’ night. I wasn’t happy about it, but I was going to have to share Thor.
Now the thing about my girlfriends is that by day they are responsible, sensible, professional women. But they know how to have a bit of fun too. And as you can see from the well-marked path down to the boathouse where we were meeting, this party had a theme. Poor Thor.
You can see where this is going, can’t you?
The minute we arrived, Thor found himself nestled into the abundant cleavage of our gracious host. For a moment he looked shocked, not entirely sure what the Norse etiquette was in such a situation. But with the aplomb that only a god could muster, he quickly regained his composure, and within minutes, was surrounded by women.
Apparently the Norse gods haven’t heard the saying, “Dance with the one that brung ya,” because I hardly saw him all evening. He spent the entire evening charming one woman after the next. He was in his element! I swear he thought he’d found his way to Valhalla.
I knew it was time to take Thor home when I noticed that he’d found himself a new war helmet. And a new vantage point.
You can dress him up. But you can’t take a Norse god out.