Christian Grey is a fictional character in a book written for women, by a woman. The author of those books is Mrs. E. L. James. Mrs. James is almost in her 50s, has been married to her husband for over 20 years, has two kids, is British and lives in London. Obviously, she has no idea what it's like to be a single American man in his late 20's to mid 30's who dates women and, ideally, fall in love with one of them.
By writing a kinky trilogy of books about a 28-year old billionaire business mogul who is a Greek God in the sex department, Mrs. James just made life for those men (myself included) a fucking nightmare. Millions of women are now looking for a man based on a fictional character that does not exist in reality. Dating women was already hard enough, and now we have to compete with fantasy. So 50 shades of fuck you to Mrs. James for that lovely gift.
Since fictional characters from books can't create and write blog posts in reality, I am not the Christian Grey from the books. That would be impossible. I am a real person, not a fictional character from a book. That said, my real name is not Christian Grey. Christian Grey is my alter ego.
This is not the shit I say. It is the Shit Christian Grey Says...
