A comment that Jilly made got me thinking this evening, the one about my wanting to be a young stud, not an "experienced" one. That, and in the mailbox at No. 3 today was a "Victoria's Secret" catalog. (I didn't work all day today -- I left early to go with my son Tim because he was trading his little PT Cruiser for a 4WD pickup truck. Tim's definitely more of a pickup truck kinda guy these days.)
My former partner used to joke when the VS catalog came to the old office that we kept it around as entertainment for the guys rather than for commercial purposes. And for someone who thinks conventionally, the models for VS are darn good looking -- tall, curvaceous, luxurious hair, yadda, yadda, yadda. But I gotta level with you -- I just don't find them attractive. They aren't real. I cannot picture lying on a bed with them chatting about books or business, idly stroking their hair. I cannot picture feeling my face light up and my heart bound with joy seeing them across the room. I cannot even picture deep embraces and doing the wild thing with them. I'm just not interested.
I see attractive women all around me. Real women. Some of them are size 6, some size 10 or 14 or 24 or whatever. Doesn't matter worth a damn. They have all sorts of hair styles. They dress differently, each of them. They are real, they are PEOPLE who are worth interacting with. A woman is not an adjunct to a vagina or breasts or whatever other convention says is attractive. A woman is a person. Some of them are vapid and boring, some are funny and fascinating and just a joy to be around. My unscientific survey suggests that women as a group have a similar bell curve of personality and intelligence to that of guys. The women of the Shelf are all GORGEOUS. I see Pete writing with total love about Sunflower. I envy BigJoe. I think this evening of Friend Beanns - who has been thrown into the maw of the medical monster, who has endured a mastectomy, and will endure the toxic treatment that must be done. Beanns, darling, if you are reading this, I can only imagine the things that are going through your mind - but know that you are beautiful. No operation will touch that. No hair loss from chemo will detract 1% from your beauty. Ditto my paralegal, Kathy - who had to start chemotherapy this week. Gorgeous girl, totally. So many of you I just know through the written words here. But I know you. You are lovely and ravishing. You fill the world with cheerfulness and tranquility. You complete me, as you complete every guy who will stop and think about it.
I confess that my love of women has, on occasion, led me into little issues. Heck, I've had a couple of spectacular romantic crashes. But, God help me, I just like girls.
Mizpah!
R
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roger. that was one of the sweetest comments anyone ever said about me. thank you.
That was beautiful!
You should teach a course to all young men.
Roger, La Elu is lucky to have you :-)
Forget teaching courses to young men, teach courses to women--we need to see ourselves through your eyes :-)
Your parents did a fabulous job of raising you Roger, how proud they must be.
i am so glad that i managed to spark that post. thanks for the wonderful words roger.
p.s. your post proves that experienced studs are better than young ones. I hope Tim pays attention to you.
love,
jilly
Roger*
I absolutely agree. Beauty is a much more subjective thing that the Victoria's Secret catalog would lead you to believe. Most of the women I find really attractive are at least twice as old as the average VS model, and do not look like they have been squeezed out of the same play dough fun factory mold.
Well said, Brother Pete.
And Rosa, MOSTLY LaElu would agree, but there have been times . . .
R
Roger, Ditto what Ms. Rosary said. And Pete - should you happen upon this commment - we need you to visit the deux more often please. You guys are the best. xox Sarai
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