Wrecked

We're doing imagination exercises? I imagine you also want him to be 6'6", chiseled out of marble, talks like a poet, fucks like a pornstar, in touch with his emotions, fights every fucker you try to start shit with, doesn't cheat, worships you

And all the meanwhile, you're eating flaming hot cheetos in sweats while watching another season of real housewives followed by a bachelor marathon.

Sounds about right