I was watching Speed (I *heart* Sandra Bullock) and at the end of the bus scene they slide off across the tarmac and end up in a pile of dirt. Then the bus explodes and Jack (Keanu Reeves) covers Annie with his body. OMG—can you say BIG SIGH!

As a mom, I am familiar with the lay-down-your-life sentiment. As a woman, not so much . . . little sigh. Now don’t get me wrong, I suppose if I was ever hijacked and a bus exploded shortly after I escaped the DH would do the same, but suburbia Fort Worth tends not require such bravery.

But thinking of being protected that way, for a man to take action and shield me, ooh-eee, I get all goosepimply and twitterpated hell maybe even a little lightheaded and a tad bit randy.

Maybe it’s the writer in me, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fantasizing girly-girl who could picture an action hero or prince coming to the rescue.

Don’t get me wrong, I like the kick-ass heroine, but deep down I’ve always imagined being the damsel in distress not for the problems that put me there, (I am a lot of things, masochist not one—and I can get myself out of situations, I don’t NEED a man—I know this) but what I long for is the feeling of absolute lay-down-your-life cover me from a man when the bus explodes . . . more BIG SIGH!