When the new Domino arrives each month I get giddy, ultra-excited, and slightly lustful once I've turned the few first pages . One might compare this feeling to a man who's star-crush suddenly appears nude in Playboy. Just pure, natural, decor home-style beauty; porn for women if you will. I pour a glass of Chardonnay, cozy up with a super soft throw, and become one with the glorious pages until I've scoured every picture (reading the articles comes after). Do you think I have a condition?