She'll be everything you want her to be. Except real.
You have no idea what it's like. It's hard being Diablita. I thought it would be the best thing in the world to be wanted and desired like this. But it's not. It's a nightmare.
I've got random guys telling me that "I'm the one." Proposing marriage. Toasting to me and with me simultaneously. They think they know me. But all they know is that I'm an irresistible blend of Merlot, Cabernet and Syrah. They fantasize about how soft and smooth I am. They dream up scenarios in their heads about me gliding gracefully into a room and then leaving a lasting impression on their lips.
No. They don't know what I'm REALLY about. That I'd take pizza or even a hot dog over a filet mignon any day. That I like to scrapbook. And that I'm really just a simple, unpretentious girl with a screw top. But that's the price of fame, I guess. You become what they want you to be or you become nothing.