Journal Entries for Michelle Hart
In Case You're Confused
March 2nd, 2009 1:53 pm MST
We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights.
ARTICLE I:
You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.
ARTICLE II:
You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
ARTICLE III:
You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.
ARTICLE IV:
You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes . (This one is my pet peeve...get an education and go to work...don't expect everyone else to take care of you!)
ARTICLE V:
You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.
ARTICLE VI:
You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.
ARTICLE VII:
You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.
ARTICLE VIII:
You do not have the right to a job.. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!)
ARTICLE IX:
You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.
ARTICLE X:
This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (Lastly....)
ARTICLE XI:
You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution.
The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!!!!" GET OVER IT !!!
If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United States speak out
This is probably the best e-mail I've seen in a long, long time. The following has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Kaye from GA. This guy should run for President one day...
Treasury Secretary Geithner the Tax Cheat!
February 8th, 2009 10:51 pm MST
I think it's time for a comeback for civil disobedience. The only thing that angers me more than the rampant elitism and corruption in our government is that apparent tolerance for it that was demonstrated most recently with the appointment of what is almost certainly a tax cheat as the Treasury Secretary. Surely I am not alone in wondering why I am a big enough sap to pay tens of thousands of dollars in Federal taxes each and every year, while our Washington bureaucrats seem to get away consequence free with a pattern of cheating and fraud. And please, don't tell me Tom Daschle didn't get away with it. Sure, he lost his position for a cabinet position, but don't you think he will be laughing all the way back to his millions-a-year "consulting" gig? Will he be prosecuted for his fraud like I would be? Did he pay any penalties? No, and no.
Since my single, solitary vote is nothing more that a BB in a machine gun world, I intend to start practicing civil disobedience. In the case of Treasury Secretary Geithner, I am going to have a rubber stamp made that says "Tax Cheat!" in block letters. Every time I see a piece of paper currency with Geithner's signature on it, I am going to stamp over his name with my Tax Cheat stamp. Sure, this action is just as futile as my vote, but eventually maybe others will reach the same conclusion that I have: it is far past time to make our voices heard.
Yea, Obama got 52.9 % of the vote in the election. That means 47.1% of the population voted against him.
We didn't vote for massive government, or partisanship. We voted for intelligence!
If you believe his BS about how it must happen fast ["or we'll never recover!!!"], you aren't old enough to remember the 1980 recession, which was much worse.
He's is chicken-littling us folks. The sky is not falling. We'll recover faster WITHOUT this spending bill.
I'm so sick about his betrayal I'm voting libertarian next time.
Update:
It looks like it's super easy and cheap to get a custom rubber stamp made. I was able to specify one at www.thestampmaker.com in just a couple of minutes, for a cost of $6.50 for a wooden handle manual stamp.
You can also call Americana Signs in Front Royal VA at (540) 622-2060 and talk to Maggie. She'll do a stamp in 24 hours and ship it to you for $17.50+tax (we pay our taxes!)
Ask for a red 1850 and give her a shipping address and a credit card number.
For more on this Idea here is the source link::
http://wheresthechange.blogspot.com/2009/02/civil-disobedience.html
I Despise You People
December 12th, 2008 4:44 pm MST
The other night while I was watching the news it was annouced that here in Dallas a brand new "law" would be handed down and used to further punish those of us who have commited no crime. Those of us who have done nothing to the pathetic and pitiful "victims" who have cried foul for years. I have never met you, nor have I said a crass word to you until now. I have tried to stop your endless crusades of ignorance before, but alas my right's are far less important than yours aren't they.
As many of you know I frequently offer my suggestions and perhaps some questionable wisdom for the many wonderful people here in the URNA family. In the grandest sense I have compassion and love for each of you, but some of your efforts and actions are insanly ludicris and impossibly idiotic.
You don't know me but that really doesn't matter. It's your mission in life to punish me and harass me. You have taken it upon yourself to cost me even more money at every turn. That wasn't enough for you though, you wanted more from me. You forced me to stand out in the snow, and the rain. Why should you care if I catch a cold. You got your way like the screaming little brat in a store who has a mother that just can't say no. Your whining temper tantrums are the stuff of legend.
Oh you cry, and flail about in an never ending quest to be validated for your own stupidity and disrespect. You only care about YOU! Nobody else matters. Not the people that will lose their jobs, not the busineses that will lose revenue, certainly not the companies that initially built this nation.
Did you know that all you have today is because of them? You don't care though because you got to force me to give up one more thing that I enjoyed. Desperately hopeing you could taste something other than the meaningless life you live now. Am I being to hateful or harsh for you? Well you have treated me with disdain and contempt for years but you never noticed it. You were far to busy dreaming up your next cause and looking for the newest idiotic crusade.
You are to much of a coward to risk anything at all. You have never been willing to start your own business and cater to those who share your opinion. You were not willing to invest all you had to build something up and gain a loyal customer base. No not you. That was far to difficult, and you knew it would fail eventualy anyway. So you decided to punish those who did do it instead. Why should you put your hard work and effort into something and risk failure? You would never ever do that, it's so much easier to hide behind someone else and throw your intolerance around.
Why should you care if a business has to close it's doors, why should you care if YOU are the cause of that inconveinience. You got your way and finally got to punish the evil doers like me who just happened to be enjoying something you don't like. It never crossed your mind to go someplace else. Oh that's right, those places were not nearly as much fun were they?
Respect for others was never very easy for you was it? So you run your Ad's on the tele, you have your websites and claims of percieved malice. All the while totally ignoring not only the history of this country but those of us who still believe in freedom of choice. Yes my dear, that's right. You lack the most basic of intelligence, you fail in understanding and accepting those simple words. I am sure it's just impossible for you creatins to understand, that anyone could actually have the ability to live their own life without your intrusive and totally misguided wisdom!
You have a choice. Yet, you would do all that you can to ensure that I'm not allowed one. You decry the trauma that I cause you, the pain you feel, the suffering you endure. Oh yes honey you are no different from the petulant lout of a child who did'nt get a lolly pop.
The sheer disdain and contempt you show for me and others is deplorable.
You see my right's as written in the constitution to pursue life liberty and happiness mean absolutely nothing to you. You and the other uneducated brigons have taken it upon yourselves to transfer your inherent misery onto me and others. While I and others try to casually enjoy our evenings out, or just relax at home, you fume and plot and scheme in evermore creative ways to dictate my actions and limit my personal decisions and choices.
Misery loves company and you just can't wait to make everyone as miserable as you.
It's not enough that I have tried to work with you by sitting outside in the cold, or at the back of reasteraunts where I can't apreciate the veiw. No that just was'nt enough, it never will be. So you cried more and more. You complained and no matter what I or anyone else did to make you happy it just was'nt ever enough.
As long as you get your way, it does'nt matter if I have to suffer right? You have forced me to give up the thing's that I used to be able to enjoy in peace. To you EVERYTHING is a problem for you to solve and control. Would you devise a polite and respectful resolution to your egregious and intelectually vapid claims of suffering? Never! That's far to mature and respectful for you.
So I write this open letter to you, the pathetic whining child, the denzien who cares only about yourself and your "rights" but nobody elses. You wretches who have shown such utter and total comtempt for me as an adult. You, who delusionally belive that it is somehow your responsibility nay your "right" to intrude on my life and ruin my relaxation and enjoyment no matter the cost.
You have taken so much from me and others yet have given NOTHING back.
You are a parisite that eagerly sucks the life out of everything around you. As long as you get to decide how everyone else lives, what they eat, or even what they are allowed to drive you're happy.
Unfortunately for you that will never be, YOU will never be happy! YOU will never be content! So today I just wanted to say how much I despise you, how much I loath you and your ilk.
Becasue of YOU I can no longer enjoy a cigarette or a cigar at the Village Station or any other bar or resturaunt in Dallas.
Feel free to let me know what other choices of mine you would like to take away....
Oh and my final two words to you, one these words is “Up.” The other is a possessive pronoun.
Sheriff Joe Arpaio
June 2nd, 2008 11:49 am MDT
You all remember Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Arizona , who painted the jail cells pink and made the inmates wear pink prison garb. Well.........
Maricopa County was spending approx. $18 million dollars a year on stray animals, like cats and dogs. Sheriff Joe offered to take the department over, and the County Supervisors said okay.
The animal shelters are now all staffed and operated by prisoners. They feed and care for the strays. Every animal in his care is taken out and walked twice daily. He now has prisoners who are experts in animal nutrition and behavior. They give great classes for anyone who'd like to adopt an animal. He has literally taken stray dogs off the street, given them to the care of prisoners, and had them place in dog shows.
The best part? His budget for the entire department is now under $3 million. Teresa and I adopted a Weimaraner from a Maricopa County shelter two years ago. He was neutered, and current on all shots, in great health, and even had a microchip inserted the day we got him. Cost us $78.
The prisoners get the benefit of about $0.28 an hour for working, but most would work for free, just to be out of their cells for the day. Most of his budget is for utilities, building maintenance, etc. He pays the prisoners out of the fees collected for adopted animals.
I have long wondered when the rest of the country would take a look at the way he runs the jail system, and copy some of his ideas. He has a huge farm, donated to the county years ago, where inmates can work, and they grow most of their own fresh vegetables and food, doing all the work and harvesting by hand. He has a pretty good sized hog farm, which provides meat, and fertilizer. It fertilizes the Christmas tree nursery, where prisoners work, and you can buy a living Christmas tree for $6 - $8 for the Holidays, and plant it later. We have six trees in our yard from the Prison.
Yup, he was reelected last year with 83% of the vote.
Now he's in trouble with the ACLU again. He painted all his buses and vehicles with a mural, that has a special hotline phone number painted on it, where you can call and report suspected illegal aliens. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement wasn't doing enough in his eyes, so he had 40 deputies trained specifically for enforcing immigration laws, started up his hotline, and bought 4 new buses just for hauling folks back to the border. He's kind of a 'Git-R Dun' kind of Sheriff.
TO THOSE OF YOU NOT FAMILIAR WITH JOE ARPAIO
HE IS THE MARICOPA, ARIZONA COUNTY SHERIFF
AND HE KEEPS GETTING ELECTED OVER AND OVER
THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY:
Sheriff Joe Arpaio (In Arizona ) who created the ' Tent City Jail':
He has jail meals down to 40 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them.
He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the jails. Took away their weights Cut off all but 'G' movies.
He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects.
Then He Started Chain Gangs For Women So He Wouldn't Get Sued For Discrimination.
He took away cable TV Until he found out there was A Federal Court Order that Required Cable TV For Jails So He Hooked Up The Cable TV Again Only Let In The Disney Channel And The Weather Channel.
When asked why the weather channel He Replied, So They Will Know How Hot It's Gonna Be While They Are Working
ON My Chain Gangs.
He Cut Off Coffee Since It Has Zero Nutritional Value.
When the inmates complained, he told them, 'This Isn't The Ritz/Carlton. . . . . If You Don't Like It, Don't Come Back.'
He bought Newt Gingrich's lecture series on videotape that he pipes into the jails. When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied that a democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his jails in the first place.
More On The Arizona Sheriff:
With Temperatures Being Even Hotter Than Usual In Phoenix (116 Degrees Just Set A New Record), the Associated Press Reports:
About 2,000 Inmates Living In A Barbed-Wire-Surrounded Tent Encampment At The Maricopa County Jail Have Been Given Permission To Strip Down To Their Government-Issued Pink Boxer Shorts.
On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatted in the tents, which reached
138 Degrees Inside The Week Before.
Many Were Also Swathed In Wet, Pink Towels As Sweat Collected On Their Chests And Dripped Down To Their PINK SOCKS.
'It Feels Like We Are In A Furnace,' Said James Zanzot, An Inmate Who Has Lived In The TENTS for 1 year. 'It's Inhumane.'
Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic. He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates: 'It's 120 Degrees In Iraq And Our Soldiers Are Living In Tents Too, And They Have To Wear Full Battle Gear,
But They Didn't Commit Any Crimes, So Shut Your Mouths!'
Way To Go, Sheriff!
Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves.
Sheriff Joe was just reelected Sheriff in Maricopa County, Arizona
The Cowardly Lion
May 16th, 2008 2:36 am MDT
As most of you know I get a perverse thrill from killing trolls. Even though I never see them or meet these disgusting little creatures. Stepping on them is still loads of fun. I can almost see their faces through the bushy unkempt hair and ratty little costume they have on. The sickening drool dripping from their teeth. The wide vacant eyes. I know you have seen them too. Spotting them is easy just look for a small beady eyed little furry mass of vile idiocy. Talking to them is useless since none of them can read. For them "NO" means keep going. I've also noticed how easily they get irritated too. They have a very curious aversion to manners and polite discourse. Nobody actually knows for sure what they look like since no photos of them exist. If you look closely though in the dark alleyways and under the bushes outside you might just see one. His cold dead eyes are unresponsive to any human emotion. Trolls only see a meal they want to bite into. Be very careful girls, that meal is US.
Trolls always lurk in the shadows, on the fringe looking for the weakest among us. They hover just outside of the light searching for the easy prey. Vicious little predators. Be on guard for their siren song too. It sounds pleasing at first but it is only a lure. One of the things that gives them away is the stench of their lies. You see ladies a troll is the worst kind of animal, no social skills, no respect for others, disdain for the ones he desires most. I find it odd that we are his favorite meal yet he can not stand our flavor.
As we graze in the lush forest of the internet, proudly displaying our gold, brown and auburn manes. So thick and lustrous, full and coiffed to perfection. Our coats are so decorative, and abundant in color. Silvers, reds, blacks, gold's and emerald greens. Our skins are smooth to the touch yet we radiate a heat that rivals the sunlight we thrive on. Our paws are adorned with highly arched spikes which emphasize our seductive gait. We preen ourselves endlessly and without tire. We are the seductress of the internet. The fantasy of many. Gazed at and loved from afar by some, often approached only by only the bravest of Teddy Bears. As species go we come in all shapes and sizes. Which only adds to our collectively impressive and beautiful herd.
Yes ladies we are a grand vision as we saunter through life. If you look closely though you can see the scars left by our many battles. The bruises on our souls and the deep wounds of lost years. Our beauty and wisdom is unparalleled yet we still lose some to the trolls. A seemingly endless barrage of spit and drool splattered on our luscious fur. Their poison is deadly as it sinks in and wears us down. Thankfully they are not pack animals like wolves. They hate each other almost as much as they dislike us. Even though they tend to attack all at once. They creep up on us and pounce. You see they want your spirit broken, only then will the song they sing have any effect. Trolls are lonely little creatures. They hide in dank caves and live under the busy highways we travel upon. Always lurking in the shadows.
They are terrified by light though, the light of truth is a great weapon against the lies in their song. They have so little to say on their profiles. hoping to nibble at you slowly so each lie can be tailored to their victim. Trolls are always willing to send you a photo but they will never post one. Excuses abound with these pitiful creatures. Always be cautious when near them, they foam at the mouth in anticipation of a kill. They will attack without mercy or quarter. Brushing them off once is never enough. Remember trolls cant read so you have to shoo them away repeatedly. Fighting them will take all your time and strength. Trolls make everyone miserable. Trolls are unhappy and secretive until it's time for you to meet them. If a troll thinks he is going to get a meal he will gladly tell you anything to get you there. Don't expect him to show though, and if he does you might not see the sunrise.
Trolls always say the same thing, "I'm nice" how strange that a "nice" person is afraid to post a photo. How unusual that a "nice" person has NOTHING to say about themselves. Perhaps all the time they have spent in the shadows has affected their infantile brain. A persons actions and manners determine if they are "nice" far more than words ever will. Trolls always have a profile "someplace else", where it "ok" to be seen. So long as they are not seen here. Trolls are very interested in us yet they fear any association. Theses pitiful creatures hover around us like gnats with plenty of time to lurk but never enough time to finish their profile. I love when they want to "send me a pic" but they can't put it in their profile. Such shame, they have.
It's always an excuse with them. These scared little trolls so full of themselves trying to convince us of their greatness. They talk like lions but behave like lambs. Such cowards they are. Every one of them tries to talk like James Bond with their secrecy. Always a coded name and secret occupation. even the most benign conversation is a chore with them. All they say is vile tripe. All sizzle no substance. To lazy and dumb to put even the slightest effort in to conversation. When you ask a pointed question they back away like you have sprayed them with mace.
Trolls see themselves as lions, but their actions always deem otherwise. They expect you to do all the work, invest all the time, and even throw yourself into their waiting mouth. To them we are just a folly. An erotically tempting taboo fantasy. We are not a person with feeling or needs. Even if they saw us as such they still would not care for us. They lack all the things a woman needs to flourish. They had nothing to give.
Be careful girls the jungle is dangerous....
The RMS Titanic
March 24th, 2008 7:26 pm MDT
On Sunday, 14 April 1912 at 11:40 p.m. The RMS Titanic struck an iceberg and in just 2 hours, and 40 minutes it was gone forever. That in itself is quite profound. Construction on Titanic started on 22 March 1909 with the riveting together of the first of the Ship’s steel plates. A little over two years later, the Titanic was launched on 31 May 1911. Titanic was delivered to the White Star Line in early April, and on 10 April 1912, the Titanic left Southampton, England, for her first trip to New York City. Four days later she was gone.
That's a rather profound little bit of history. So what ladies does this have to do with the price of high heels and miniskirts in china. Follow along if you dare for another adventure in womanhood.
Everything mentioned about the Titanic is true and accurate, Check it if you must. It is from the original records maintained at the time of it's sinking. So how does this relate to the pink fog?
I'm sure you are wondering. It's education, a little slice of the puzzle. A simple timeline explaining a catastrophe. And that sisters is the rub. Are you an idiot, clueless, uniformed, uneducated, or just to lazy to look it up. It took me a whopping five minutes to find out that time line. I read three pages on one website and viola. On the scale of pain and suffering I rate it a -7. No difficulty, no real hardship, not very confusing or even overly verbose. I just took a few minutes to do a little research before I wrote my latest column.
So with that we embark on our newest voyage of discovery.
when I meet someone I like to get to know them a little. I ask questions, share ideas, flirt a little, don't we all. Usually you can tell a lot about someone just by what they wear and how they interact with those around them. When you sit there with your date and intently gaze at him what do you see? The rude and callous way he talks to the staff or the quiet confidence he has when he orders the meal.
Is he attentive to you or does he spend his time looking at other women. Was he polite to the staff, or did he leave a tip? How does he speak to you? Is he crude or boisterous? Are his silly jokes actually funny or does he regale you with poetry. Does he know what you like to eat or the movies you like to watch? Was his effort to seduce you worthwhile or just painful. Did he do his homework?
For all of you who are curious, primarily for you lazy ones. Do your own dam homework! I am not your personal dictionary nor an encyclopedia of the Trans gendered. I don't know everything and if I did I wouldn't be here. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the same questions a thousand times a week. Get off your duff girls. Open up a search page and start reading. I swear if one more of you tarts asks me what I wear to work I'm going to explode. Get a bloody clue, read my journals, read my profile, use the internet, go to the library. Quit being so utterly incensed when I lose interest because of your dumb questions.
If I did have all the answers I would be in New York wearing a fabulous silver gown attending a gala with my rich husband. Wouldn't that be nice..... oh well, back to waiting tables...
Recently while chatting away with a girl I was really getting tired of it. The oh so feminine name, the attempted girlie comments, jammed between the male ones and the overall confusion she displayed. The internet is not new. It has been around a long time, there are thousands of sites that can recommend a counselor, or a corset. The number of Makeup books on Amazon alone could sink the Titanic. Quit asking me this stuff. I wear heels to work everyday, I pin my hair up most of the time, and yes I even wear a dress to the office on occasion. I AM A WOMAN!! That's what we do. When I go out I'm a girl when I sit at home I'm a girl. OK!
With that in mind I am not a doctor, I'm not a therapist or a marriage counselor. If your having problems at home with your wife or girlfriend or whatever quit asking my opinion. I have no idea what you should tell her or him. I barley know you. I'm not going to call you and NO you can't call me. However if I do know you and I have a bond with you that is entirely different. I will help you wonderful ladies out in any way that I can. They are a VERY select group of girls on this site, and they know who they are. Do you see the difference, I have done my homework, I have talked to them. I read what they had to say and LISTENED to it. These incredible women have my gratitude, respect and my love. No I'm not a waitress, but I play one here.
With each column I try to impart that diamond in the rough, that elusive pearl of wisdom. Ladies I am on a very long and often painful road. I have had to endure more pain and suffering than I want to think about or remember. When I began this I was ugly and fat and had no clue what I was doing. Over the years I have LEARNED, I have READ, and I have LISTENED to what other girls said. I looked everywhere. I wrote emails to women I didn't know and hoped they would respond. Most did not but I kept searching and reading anyway.
You see what men find attractive is feminine mannerisms, attitudes and behaviors. The boys want to see short skirts and stockings, but that is not what being feminine or female is about. If you are a girl and you approach a woman you need to knock off the childish and not so subtle pandering. I like to talk about all kinds of things. I am more than happy to share my experiences with you. I will answer most questions if you have an earnest point. Keep that in mind when you ask me something. There are things about me that are strictly off limits. Think about how I might feel when you ramble on about how you wish you were me. Honey trust me, YOU do not want to be in my heels.
If you have no clue what you are or where you fit in, how the hell should I know. Get out there and live it. Don't tell me you want to be like me if your to dam scared to walk out your front door. All that does is insult me and all the women like me who have done it. Every one of us started out fat, dumb, and ugly including me your humble hostess. We BECAME what we are through hard work and shear force of will. We have been abused and lied to. We have been laughed at and fired. So quit asking us what it's like. Honestly it's pretty boring most days. The luster and glamour have long since passed.
Sure every once in a while I go down to the promenade deck for a smoke and a drink or two. The rest of the time I go to work and try to live my life. For most of you it's a passing fancy, for me it's the real world. We live it and so can you if you really want to. I will try to recommend places you can go, books to read or even a technique or two I have learned. things like that are just fine, as your stewardess it's my job to help you.
One thing I am not going to do is put your life jacket on you, I'm not going to tell you where to sit in the lifeboat either. You need to figure some of this out on your own. I stopped acting like a girl and started acting like a woman a long time ago. I stopped with the juvenile come on's and asked about hair and shoes. When I was pretending to be a woman in the beginning, I acted like one and now I am one. That girls it what it is really about.
So girls there it is. There's your bon bon of wisdom. If your playing dress up that's fine with me I actually think some of you are way better looking than I am. It's a woman thing with our catty pecking order and stuff you understand. If you are serious and want to stop being a little girl though and grow up to be a woman then crack a book or two. Asking questions is fine but asking the wrong questions shows foolishness. Waiting until the water is flooding your room is the wrong time to put your life jacket on. If you don't even know what a life jacket is that's even worse.
So that's it girls, take this seriously because it is for many of us. Show a little deference to our moods and condescension. We may have already answered your question fifty times today. It's not that we are mean we are just tired. Believe me, I would much rather talk about shoes and when Macy's is having a sale than weather or not YOU should be on hormones. I became what I am now. I practiced and practiced it until is was natural and so can you. Honey I know you can do it!
The random silliness of "gee your so fine" is laborious. Don't misunderstand when I get a PM or a simple note telling me I am beautiful I love it. Like all women I love to be complimented, and for all of you who stop by my page or PM me and say a kind word I am eternally grateful. I really am. I love it when a random stranger just says "hey you look really nice today". My heart melts, and I get all warm and fuzzy inside but if you think that's the way to get the scoop on being a woman you are way wrong.
So ask yourself girls are you the Titanic? The girl who is to big and to lazy to do your own research while heading for the iceberg? Are you ignoring all the things women are telling you because you don't like how it sounds and are to arrogant to heed the warnings. Or are you the Lusitania, the lone ship in the night going at full steam to aide others? I know which one I am, Do you?
It's sink or swim time....
The House Rules...
March 21st, 2008 4:17 pm MDT
Recently I went to have lunch with a friend of mine. As I walked to the door I noticed the little signs that adorn most businesses these days. You know the ones, "member of the BBB", "Visa, MasterCard American Express", or that little no smoking symbol. As I casually read these stickers I thought about the subtle things they told me as a patron. This small diner I frequent just gave me a list of their house rules.
Many of you know I've never been to Las Vegas. I have always wanted to go and have flown over it a dozen times or more. As of yet, I have not had the opportunity to go. Fear not dear reader I actually plan to get there one of these days. I consider it a must do on life's list of activities and adventures. It may sound silly but even though I have never been to Vegas I know the casino's rules. Strange isn't it. I know what is acceptable behavior there and what is not allowed. I know their rules.
So what on earth could the jewel in the rough be this time. What nugget is awaiting you? It's rather simple really. Just know the rules. Think about it, Everything has rules. When you Tango or glide around during the Fox Trot or the Waltz there are steps to follow. In order to dance well you need to know the steps. You have to know the rules. When you drive down the road on the way to get those fabulous shoes what do you see? More Rules. No left turn, Stop, and one way signs, each one indicating the direction of travel.
There will always be rules. In love, in dancing, and in life. Knowing them and learning them will only help you. I have my rules, many here know them. Some do not. Even this site has it's rules. Some know them, far to many do not. Those who don't know them don't want to. Many people visit this site for many different reasons. Only the visitor or those who take time to read about me know why they are here. It saddens me greatly that there are some who think the rules do not apply to them.
I'm sure you know the type. It's the moron who saunters up to you at the bar, and lacks any grace. He has no class nor morals yet still thinks he is somehow OWED your company. A world class loser who by his own admission is a lying cad. He has no respect for you or any other woman. he just struts up to you in his cheap shoes and wrinkled t-shirt and expects you to break the rules for him. He is audacious, callous and ignorant. He is not interested in the house rules. They don't interest him because he is hot and bothered and needs to get off.
I pity him, Fleeting as it may be. I move on quietly with style as he whines about how difficult it is to do a profile here. His statements have no merit and make less and less sense. I am amused ever so slightly by his futile gesture to convince me of his worth. As he rambles on endlessly about his need to be part of my life all the while showing me no respect whatsoever. My patience begins to wane as he continues to blame someone or anyone else for his problems.
You see he ignored my rule, and by doing so was disrespectful. Real men are always respectful, especially to women. I despise men who are disrespectful of women. You see that is one of my rules. If you are disrespectful and are unwilling to meet my needs why would I want to know you. Would you want someone who is so self centered that all they cared about was themselves, What They wanted or thought they needed? I trust you said no.
Nobody likes the pompous egotistical little brats of the world. In your own life you know who they are. The people who call you late at night because they are bored, they never care if you were sleeping. They never have cab fare and just stick out their hand and expect you to give them money for it. Every action and every deed shows how little they care about you and emphasizes how much the care only about themselves. The world owes them everything yet they do nothing to earn it.
I've met such a pitiful person on more than one occasion here. Each time he assaulted me in the chat room his handle was different. Perhaps he thought that by changing his name it would somehow impress me. I've said many times cowardice is distasteful to me. However Chivalry is a huge turn on. There were several people in particular who showed incredible class in defense of my honor as this miserable little man continued his tirade like a spoiled child. These wonderful people of whom I speak knew my rules and respected them. That my dear reader is what class is.
One in particular followed my rules and showed respect, and in doing so got closer to me. The other fool, the spoiled child with his ranting complaints was cast aside quickly. I have no room in my kitchen for spoiled vegetables.
In the dance of love the man proposes the step. The woman has the choice to accept and follow or decline his advance. The woman follows the man, but the man has to know how to lead her. A woman will follow his lead as he guides her, gently, softly, and passionately across the floor. She wont follow if he steps on her toes, or shoves her and pushes her around. Why would she? The seduction is lost and her toes are hurt now. Knowing the rules makes you a good driver just as it will make you a great dancer.
You see my dear reader you can either accept the rules each of us create for our own reasons or you can cry and whine about them. If as most of you do, you respect others; You have no problem with a few requested courtesies. Showing grace and class is quite easy for you. On the other hand, If you are like the aforementioned useless idiot, grace and class you will never have. The whining and name calling only shows me how much I don't want you in my life. In doing so you display for all the world why you have a bitter existence. A life of shame and disdain wrapped in cowardly arrogance. I have no time for you, not now nor ever. Your silly game of coded letters indicating your age and build are uninteresting. You bore me, before you even speak.
I am here to learn, to grow, to socialize with those who are like me. The joy I derive from helping a girl out who has questions or just needs a gentle touch of understanding is tremendous. I am more than flattered that some have trusted me with an intimate moment or a horrific tale of personal trauma. To be able to develop a bond with such amazing women is difficult to describe for someone like me who has far to many blond moments.
Every woman here has her talents, her accomplishments, and her embarrassments. I have so many it's taken a lifetime to resolve them. Even today some of my good deeds still go unpunished. I am no angel nor am I gifted, but I know the rules. It's easy if you just learn to read like I did when I was in Kindergarten.
Each of us is looking for someone to dance with, that wonderful soul who takes our hand gently. They twirl us with gusto as we get closer to that crescendo of passion. We all want the best dance partner don't we. However if you stumble on to the floor drunk on your own self importance, trying to conduct the conductor nobody is going to dance with you. I certainly will not, would you?
Alas there he is the maniacal little troll, to cowardly or stupid to figure out how to do his profile. Ignoring the fact that thousands of others have already done it successfully. He only complains and whines. Poor me, poor me. Yes you are poor.....in spirit, in honesty, and in life. You will never have anything more than your fantasy. Your neurotic desire to be my dance partner. I calmly tell you to learn, to gracefully practice the moves I have laid out for all to see.
I implore you to read, to examine me as you would the soft petals of the flowers in a garden. Then and only then will you succeed in this dance. The dance floor is polished and the music is gently caressing my soul. My heart beats in anticipation of the seductive Tango to come.
The question is.....Do you know the house rules?
Are you lonely tonight........
March 17th, 2008 2:42 pm MDT
If you are, have you ever really thought about why? Have you ever looked in the mirror and said to yourself what am I doing wrong? I have. A lot more than you would believe. Yes dear reader little miss social butterfly who knows everybody has her moments. I don't always get invited to the best parties but I go to my fair share. Have you ever wondered why? Why do I get to go when you don't? What makes me so special? Well if you press onward and can endure the following you'll know the answer.
I might be talking about you or I might be talking to you. I'll never know but you will. I might make you despise me with this article, or perhaps you will love me more. Only you can decide just as it should be. As always I write from the heart and hope my revelations are meaningful to you loyal reader in some small way. With that said, on with the show...
Dolly Parton once said "honey it takes a lot of money to look this cheap" She was right. You can always tell who has spent money and time on their look and appearance. Just as easily you can see who didn't. That girls is what makes Dolly so cool.
Norma and James have always been cool too. I trust you know who they are just by my use of their first names. If not, James Dean and Norma Jean Baker or Marilynn Monroe. Just take a moment and think about them. We all have and image of those two in our minds. What was it that made them so loved? Was it the hair, the leather jacket, or that grate in New York City. We may not agree on why they were so loved but we can all agree that they were loved and admired by millions.
What about Betty? Or John, two more classic icons of cool. Humphrey is my favorite. I'll admit though that Fred's smooth moves with Ginger on the dance floor make me swoon. Oh I know Clark is so dashing it hurts but, Vivian was so undeniably sexy in that white gown it gave me chills. Betty was cool because she had "The look". Vivian was undeniably sexy and you never saw her naked. James was cool and he hardly even spoke. Norma, well duhhh. All of them had "IT" and a lot of girls here do too. I don't know if I do but I am a lot closer than some and farther than others.
Think about the short list of people I've mentioned, what is it about them that get you going. Was it Eldorado? Maybe is was The Maltese Falcon, which is my personal favorite. Perhaps you loved Gentlemen prefer blonds, or East of Eden. When I think about A Streetcar Named Desire it gives me goosebumps, I'll admit when I saw Kitty Foyle I knew why it beat The Letter.
As I dish out this latest missive like mothers apple pie which we all know is never anything but perfect. The Pie not me, I'm clueless. I have to ask the question, What is it about being cool? What is it that makes someone sexy? Sometimes it can be just a phrase, or a look. It can be a really tight skirt or a bomber jacket. The point is we all struggle to be cool. We all want to be admired and thought of in a positive way. How DOES that happen? It happens by doing just the right thing at the right time. DO the wrong thing and viola, your a tramp....FOREVER!
Think about it, If your sixty five and your profile says "hot young thang" your not being cool, you're being dumb. That really low quality webcam shot of your spare tire is not hot, it's gross. Trolling the internet claiming to be a vixen when you look more like a Volkswagen is not aiding you in your quest to be cool. I cant count the number of really poor quality profiles I've seen here and on other sites. Does "I love to shop and wear heels" really tell anybody anything about you? Or maybe "hot gurl loves to chat and get kinky" what a mouthful that is. For somebody.
What about this jewel "I'm in the closet but I want to explore my fem side", Hmmmmm. So If you're looking in the mirror and thinking your Oh so sexy but act like your 14, Stop it! Cut it out, your not being "interesting" your not being "mysterious", honey you ain't cool. Just because you ended your fifth marriage and are trying to "find yourself" is not a good enough reason to act like a stupid tart, unless that's what your going for. If it is don't leave a comment because everybody knows if a hooker gets out of line she just gets beaten by her pimp. Yes dear I said it, If you talk like some streetwalker and live to dress like one well that's how I will treat you.
I will not show you one bit of respect, why should I? You don't respect your self and you have even less respect for women. Why you ask am I railing against some of my sisters here? Have you looked at some of these "girls"? For clarification go read my nightmare in a red dress column. If you want to be COOL then act COOL. Duhh!!
Girls let me ask you, did you get up today and think to yourself "I want to be a cheap harlot" I doubt it. Well then why on earth do you act that way? Ladies spandex has a load limit... For goodness sake dress you age. twenty something nubile little sex kittens can get away with the bright blue tube top, fifty or sixty year olds can't. Sorry to burst your bubble but You really look bad in those bobby socks and pig tails. What a condescending bitch you say? Who the hell does she think she it telling me how to dress. Well I have to admit I'm a little goofy too but I do know what looks good. Do you? If it's to tight it's the wrong size ladies.
If you want to look like a million dollars then you are going to have to shop someplace other than the thrift store. Your web cam is not an ideal way to show everybody how glamorous you are. It tells everybody how cheap you are. Go buy a decent camera girls!! Quit hiding behind that phony veil of secrecy, You are not Emma Peel. If your wife or girlfriend or whatever finds out, why haven't you told them already? If your lying to them why should I believe your telling me the truth. Being cool is about having courage. It's being who you really are, Why do you think the cool kids always get away with mischief? Duhh!!
It takes a lot of courage to put a profile here. The consequences can be dire for some. I know that. Just ask yourself this, if somebody you know sees you and recognizes you what are they really going to say? Ohhh I saw your picture, I read your profile, Ohhhh. Oh give me a break!! If they are here then they were looking for somebody like you to start with. It's probably a fluke that they found your page. Think about how cool they are for actually being here and how un cool you are for hiding behind a blank profile.
SO.... are you mad, did I hurt your poor little feelings? If I did then you are who I'm talking about. If you have been nodding your head and agreeing thus far well you probably have "IT". I'm sure there will be some who chime in with some diatribe of slander which is fine with me. I love a good debate. Enough with the excuses, enough with the sob stories and the moronic claims about why you cant post a picture. I've actually had people tell me that Jon and Dan wouldn't help them. That is the single biggest lie I have ever been told. Those two guys are absolutely a dream to deal with. I know, I work in the tech field. They are VERY dedicated to making this an incredible experience for all who visit.
Now you have the basics for what you need to start your journey. Have SOMETHING to say, even if its misguided or totally off base. Learn how to spell, Learn how to write. Be PASIONATE. If your going to run around your house in your wife's underwear and claim your a woman then get a clue. Being a LADY is not about seeing how far you can push the envelope with your pictures or the really poorly done fake ones. Prancing around in a teddy when you weigh more than the spruce goose is pretty pathetic. Oh I know it's a "thyroid problem". No honey is a Twinkies problem or maybe a Dolly Madison problem. Your not "big boned" either. Go read an anatomy book before you try that idiocy on me.
If your sitting home alone and playing around at being a woman that's fine. Just stop pretending to be something your not. If your a girl then be a girl. If your some horney jock who wants to just get off with a little naughty talk so be it. Just quit lying about it. We all want to have a little fun. Even this little princess does the deed on occasion.
Ahhh back to the big picture....Ok so NOW you want to know how to get "IT". It's actually a lot easier than you think.
Act your age not your shoe size. Dress your age, quit pretending to be Hanna Montana. Tell us about you, The real you not the delusional fantasy you watched on pay per view yesterday. Get rid of the fake photos, trust me even your worst one is better than your "fantasy one". Use spell check and learn how to write with flair. If you are not passionate about you, then why should I be? Be honest with yourself, and be honest in your profile. I don't spend my time with people who live in a fantasy world. DO YOU? Write more than two sentences. If that's all there is to knowing you, then you are far too uninteresting for me or anyone else to get to know.
If you do all of these things you will be on the path to cool. You may never get there, I haven't yet but I am working on it. Why be a supporting actress when with a little work you could play the lead. You know who she is, the girl everybody flocks to. Why not work at it and be right there with her, instead of hiding in the shadows. Nobody is going to "discover" you if you are to afraid to audition. Just remember though that if you want to be the leading lady you need to act like it. Leading ladies are never tarts. They may play one occasionally, but it's not their feature role.
The next time you sit there late ant night crying and wishing you could find a partner. Ask yourself how good a partner you would be. When Fred and Ginger danced it was magic. Are you the one who leads or the one who falters? How can anyone else see your talent if your to afraid to get on the stage. Grow up. Be an adult. You can handle it. Someday you will get your big break, Your audition will be flawless. If you don't have a profile though that leading man or woman you hope to find might just pass you by.
If you do the right things and I know you can.
You won't be lonely tonight.......
Your'e So Hot....
March 12th, 2008 5:10 pm MDT
In my ever elusive quest for a "nice" guy I thought It might be fun to post some of the "love letters" I have gotten over the years. I have placed them in no particular order. I have added my thoughts to them so for the few guys who might read this it might help you figure out why the girls you write to NEVER write back...
I do respond to every polite note I get. Many times if sombody actually does write a well thought out and kind letter I will respond quickly. It takes me a while sometimes but I try really hard to answer everybody. I do have a job... For you guys out there who read my columns these are actual leters from men who are cluless about girls.
Guys we get a lot of mail. OK! We know you want to get in our knickers, we get it. Well we like a little satin sheet time to. The problem is in how you approach us. The letters below never work. If you want some really cheap slut who will sleep with anybody fire away. However if you want a truly hot woman who will keep you satisfied and really wants to be with you take a lesson from these.
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now lets see the other side. lets share pic's
My Thoughts -----------------------------
Poor gramar, unfocused and lacking any meaningful thought. This sure made me feel special...NOT!!
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Hi Michelle. My name is ******. I am a 38 year old male that resides in a suburb of ********. I am 5'10" 190 blue eyes and brown hair. I consider myself bi with the righTG lady. I would love to learn more about you. If you want a picture let me know.
My Thoughts -----------------------------
Umm.. Where do I start? It's sure nice to know that you have no clue if your atracted to me. No I don't want to know what you look like, how silly. Why on earth would I ever want a photo. I sure am glad you asked me a lot of questions. Thats what I do when I want to "get to know" somebody. How about you start by READING my profile...
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Hey Michelle, I am very into crossdressers, and would like to see more of you. I am very familiar with village station, and go there on occasion. Let's trade pics, and see if we have something for each other!
My Thoughts -----------------------------
I'm not a "crossdresser" you dolt. Everybody "wants" to see more of me they just are not willing to do anyting to get that far. Yes let's trade pics you've seen mine so where is yours?? Just what exactly is that somthing?? I really love the cryptic ones, nothing says "he's a keeper" like vauge and noncommital.
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Hey babe you look hott hopefully we can chat i am in ***** tx but willing to come to you im 25 hispanic amle and email me for pics
My Thoughts -----------------------------
Wow, nothing says class and style like "hey babe" so I guess were dating already?? It's nice to know that your willing to drive all this way for me though. Ummmm.... Not really sure what we could "chat about" maybee if you had said somthing more interesting I would be more interested in you.
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Hi Michelle. I'm *****. I live in ******. I go to S4 everynow and then too. I would love to meet you maybe have some drinks or a bite to eat and get to know one another. I'm a white male 5'10 150lbs short brown hair and green eyes and I'm 32.
My Thoughts -----------------------------
Why do all of you guys always tell me your height and weight and age??? I'm more interested in if you have a PERSONALITY than how tall you are. I sure wish you could read my ad and figure out by looking in the mirror if your what I'm attracted to. Oh thats right I said, Honest, kind, hopefully rich but able to take care of yourself. Glad your paying attention. This one actually is not to bad. He did offer to meet me someplace I like and at least try to get to know me. To bad he never showed up, thats right ladies, he never showed.
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was up sweetheart i will take any way i can i would love to meet you i am also looking for a relationship what you think remember i like to give and recieve
My Thoughts -----------------------------
This guy is such a complete moron I can barely comment. Only my closest freinds call me sweetheart, or any other term of endearment. Have you ever actually seen or spoken to a living breathing woman? Your porno colection does not count. No woman likes to be talked to like this, it's degrading. Go back to school and don't drop out this time.
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hi , im a 33yo married guy in *****,tx<45 minutes from *****> seeking a girlfriend...u look hotter than any woman i've ever seen!.
My Thoughts -----------------------------
Gee let me see ...Be a home wreaker or your side dish. Way to make a girl feel cheap. I'm sure glad your maraige is not working out, if you stop cheating on her it just might survive. I'll admit I liked your honesty. Letting me know I'll never be anyting but a peice of ass to you is refreshing. Too bad you never sent a photo or let me know how well taken care of I would be as your prostitute.
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white male 40 6ft 190 muscular exec coming into ****** late jan for 5 days
My Thoughts -----------------------------
Again with the vitals?? Why don't you dummies ever include how big your equipment is?? If I'm supposed to just drop everything and come running I might like to know a few things first, like your NAME!! I'll just clear my schedule for the month since you are to stupid to actually know WHEN you're going to be here. I work with executives, not many are this clueless.
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hi michelle, my names *****, im so interested in you, i can sweep you off your feet baby write me back..
My Thoughts -----------------------------
Golly I'm so flatered by how you will "sweep me off my feet"??? I can tell you want me bad by how little you wrote. You already blew your chance to sweep me of my feet with this icky note.
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hey there sexy .. would love to see that sexy ass up close and personal...drop me a line and lets get something started .... we could have some real fun ..hope to hear from you soon
My Thoughts -----------------------------
My name is Michelle, not sexy. So I guess it says I'm a hooker somewhere since you talk like I am. Just exactly what are we going to get started?? I just love being a peice of meat.... What kind of "real" fun?? Is that better than "fake" fun?? Stop using song lyrics for inspiration. Areosmith has made a fourtune becasue THEY are GOOD at it. You are not.
As always the little perl is on it's way. These are just a few examples of why I brush you off, or refuse to talk to you. When you saunter up to me and lay this kind of trash out what does it say about you? Nothing good. Guys if you really want to be with us, and trust me we WANT to be with you. Do somthing creative, be the guy that stands out. I'm displaying your mistakes so you won't make them anymore.
The one thing I fear is that there are a bunch of idiots out there who will read these and actually think their good and send them to some poor girl.
I certainly hope that is not the case and if it is I'm really sorry!!
Just remember You're so Hot!!
It must be love
February 29th, 2008 4:20 pm MST
But what is love? is it attraction, desire, heart stopping need? Is it the comfort of chocolate chip cookies and warm milk? Is it having someone you can call at 3am to bail you out of jail or is it the flowers you got on valentines day? All of us have a definition but some things are universal.
Love is the feeling inside you that overwhelms your senses. It captivates you and brings you unending joy. It is a peaceful brook or a calm meadow. The storm of passion, the fire in your eyes. That smoldering desire to hold someone close. In their absence you feel sorrow and pain. Your heart races when you hear their name, they are the candle that carries your flame. so subtle so muted always present within your mind. Those fond memories of forgotten times.
I love the color pink, in all its varied shades. Fuchsia, baby, hot, soft, bubblegum and on and on. Pink excites me. it fills a void, a need I have. It makes me a woman, a girl who is soft and feminine. I am gentle and tender, as many of you know I'm quite sweet. I care deeply about my sisters here perhaps more than some yet much less than others. Each of my columns has a purpose, a point. Droll on occasion, yet always written with love for you my sisters.
We are a special breed, unique in flavor. our dimensions are infinite but our tastes so similar. Big hair for some white lace for others. Our makeup done our purses ready. The clack of our heels echo in unison. A coy giggle, with the flip of long blond hair. With our long red talons, buyer beware. Red satin sheets upon our bed. To join us there you must first get in our head.
What is it you love? do you know or are you in love with love. You seek out others who like yourself love feminine traits, is it our mannerisms, or our grace. The delicate movement of girls like us. We live in a world of color with such varied hues.
Why do you love us? Do you not have no outlet, is your world devoid of color so bleak it stifles you. You lie awake at night do you choke on the darkness. As you stroll through life do you miss the ruffles of a filmy white blouse, the subtle round silhouette of a ever so tight skirt. Your eyes strain at the sea of denim and sweatshirts that assault your senses. Do you long for a time when a girl proudly donned her poodle skirt and bobby socks.
As amazing as it may seem that is why your here. You love the feminine image. You so love it so much that you came here to seek us out. You curious reader, Love us. More than you can admit. It causes you shame and you feel dirty when you admit the truth. It causes you pain so you lie to yourself. We know what you do as you sit there alone, staring at our photos causing yourself to moan.
As I ramble about what each of us considers an ideal of love, a goal post of desire. I'm struck by why so many are fearful of love. They dread and loathe their desire to love. They betray themselves and insult those they cherish. Some may read this missive and think me daft, perhaps assuming I speak for them; but do I. Is it no less sincere to define that which you seek. In an effort to attain it to posses it outright and without malice. You want to possess us, to have us, to enthrall us with your wit. Yet you tread so timidly. Your insecurity betrays your every word.
You have so little to say about yourself but you love us. You struggle to describe your need for us but you love us. You dread being found out for loving us. You sit with rapt attention in the hopes that we will succumb to your advance. Yet your attempt is so frail. Are you so fragile that only those who brave ridicule and humiliation can give you strength. Girls can be so cruel sometimes and I am going to be cruel.
I do this with love, I will defame you and humiliate you, chide you, and abuse you. Why? Because I love you too. I know you love me, why else would you stare at my picture. I know you think of me and imagine our conversations. It plays in your mind like a phonograph, you conquer me in your dreams, you stare at your monitor and imagine what we will do together. Sadly it will never happen, you have no courage nor ability to draw my attention. Your so utterly clueless, you don't even know how to say hello. Civility is lost on you. you hide in your basement pretending to talk to me but never do.
Every attempt you make is taken from a playbook that has never worked. You imagine your self as Don Juan yet you speak like Tiny Tim. You profess a desire that is so phony and far fetched. It shows you've read to many comic books. Which I do love. I can also tell you why, yet you can not. My digital personality is no different from my physical one. You have no personality. A meager dilitant on the grand stage.
You have few friends if any, and hide behind a wall of shame. You are so ashamed to love me, so full of wretched disdain for wanting me. I embarrass you because I captivate you. I easily capture your attention but you do so little to keep mine. I pity your soul because you are afraid to love me. You falsely assume that I will love you back. I love the attention of a real man, not you little trolls. Oh I trust in your desire, just nothing more.
No gentleman presumes a lady is his. He seduces her with wit and charm. He will court her and regale her with his stories of adventure, with the hope of making her blush. His manner is apparent he need not state his intent. He knows a lady will accept his advances. His personality will make her swoon, it will make her lust, it will make her his to possess. I regret that you lack all the aforementioned. I am sad, I really am. You see real men love themselves first. Without that they can never love me.
With all the hate you feel and contempt for your own shortcomings is it any wonder why you sit alone. Hiding from your desire, infatuated by a fantasy. You see my dear you can never love me. You are far to busy despising me for what I make you feel inside. Consumed by fear of what others may think you hide in the shadows, you have no profile you have no name. A life filled by abject shame. You want me so badly you will claim anything, sweet little lies are just part of your game.
Your rich, your famous, you know lots of people. I know you love me and every girl here, just not in the light of day, lest you be thought queer. Your love is so vast that we need to make haste. Your wife will be home soon or you have a another date. You love me isn't it obvious, you've said it so many times before. When shall we meet and in which dark alleyway. I am just a plaything your amusement your shamful folly. Anytime any place as long as your friends don't find out. You'll do anything to prove your love for me is real. As long as there is no witness, no trace nor tracks to point out your wickedness.
why not write me a letter with more than four words, dazzle me with your seductive prose. Tell me why you fancy me so. That's far to much of me to ask of you, I know...
I should not expect anything from you, you love me and that is all. You twist yourself into a knot, the desire for me makes you so hot. I excite you in ways no woman can but the self loathing was not part of your plan. I know you don't want to hate yourself more but being a coward evens the score. You always have an excuse a preplanned lie. You didn't have time, you just don't know why.
You are a house of glass with no depth. I can see right through you, you have no color or hue. Alas I have my color and it is true. Do you know what it is, do you even remember do you even care. You love me but you don't know the answer you have to go look quickly to avoid my wrath. I already know you have forgotten.
It's OK, really. It must be love....
Show me the money....
February 24th, 2008 10:43 pm MST
Can you do that? Can you show me the money, so I know your serious. I went out this weekend and as usual there were plenty of guys who wanted me. My little stalker was there too so it was a pretty great weekend overall.
Saturday night when I got to the village probably around 10 or so. I was immediately approached by a very pleasant and polite gentleman who bought my first drink and made me laugh with his introduction. I liked him right from the start. Why you may ask? He had something to say, he was well dressed and he spent money on me without expectation. We talked for quite some time. He really wasn't my type so I did let him know that he had no chance of bedding me but I would be happy to introduce him to a girl or two that might be more to his liking.
As you girls know I'm polite and am not in the habit of being a tease. I was not going to take advantage of this man when we obviously were not looking for the same things. I wont go into where our differences were but he wanted some things that I just could not give him so I knew pursuing a relationship would be fruitless.
like all my columns girls their is a nugget on it's way so press on and it will be revealed. With all the men I encounter and the many who would like an erotic encounter with me I've began to see a compelling truth. After some recent discussions with a wonderful and intelligent girl on this site, she knows who she is but for the rest, here's is a hint .....DH. Now I'll press on with this labor of love as a gift to my sisters here.
Most men are spineless cowards. I'm not to worried about them reading this since the vast majority obviously don't know how. Strangely enough they can't write either.....
Recently I have been corresponding with a truly wonderful man in another state should he read this he won't be bothered since I'm not talking about him. He is no coward. For the rest of you timid little children, stay home and play with your Lincoln logs and quit bothering the adults. Go get your little sippy cup and watch cartoons. Mommy is busy doing grown up things.
Why is it that all the children who think they are men actually believe I want to go home with them or invite them into my home when I hardly know them. None of them can afford a woman like me anyhow. Hello!! I spent 100.00 dollars getting a pedicure and manicure on Friday, a biweekly occurrence for those who are wondering. Do the math...Show me the money.
Why on earth do you think I am even remotely interested in you if you can't afford to pay 6 dollars to get in the door. You show up at 2am expecting to "score" with a woman wearing an out fit she spent 1500.00 dollars on and you think you're in her league. Get real.
Your sooooo curious about me and dream about being with a woman like me but are to dam spineless to even say hello. You just follow me around like some little puppy and stare at me from afar. Do you actually think I get so drunk that by the end of the night I'll be more interested in your utter bullshit?
You have the nerve to imply that I'm a tease and that you want all off me and you need more than what I am willing to give. What you NEED, SCREW YOU! What about what I need you little jerk.
My life has cost me a small fortune and the bills keep coming. You think your little offer of some platitudes is what I'm looking for. Give me a break, do you even have a clue about me or what I have gone through. Oh I'll bet you're curious. Well keep wondering what it's like to bed a woman as incredibly hot as I am because you are never getting into my knickers.
I swear if one more of you losers walks up to me at 3am while I'm drinking a coffee before driving home and touches me I'll slap you into next week!! I am not your property and certainly do not have a sign on my back that says "grope all you want". Oh sure if you have a limo waiting or your Learjet on the pad I'll be happy to blow you right here but if you cant show me the money then just get lost.
I go out because I have a stressful job, I like to listen to the music and visit with my friends, which you are not. My friends call me when I'm sick and like to see me weather I look fabulous or not. If you're to much of a limp dick cretin to be seen with me in daylight or don't want your wife to know what your up to then just go home. ALONE!! I probably look better than she does anyway.
It's no wonder real men have such a bad reputation With all the cheap losers like you out there. Do us all a favor, go kill yourself and save the gene pool the trouble of natural selection. If you're broke, I don't want you, and am not interested in being with you. I pay my own way and am not going to pay yours too. Where is the money!!
There is a reason why all the men want me.....it's not because I dress like a queen. It's not because I'm good in the sack or because I wear diamonds and fur.....
On second thought that IS EXACTLY WHY all the men want me.
That also the reason why nobody wants you! Ratty old jeans and wrinkled shirts, wrapped up in a callous and gutter vocabulary is not endearing. Being to dam scared to say hello in a polite way. Having a vocabulary of "hey baby" and "your so hot" is also why you will never score with a woman like me.
All you guys talk so tough and act like your owed our favors. Well your not! If you're to much of a chicken shit to admit you want a girl like me then I definitely don't want you. If you can't pick up the phone and call me and pursue me then to hell with you. I thought men were supposed to be hunters. Trying to pick off the lambs who stray from the heard is not hunting is cowardice. Real men are secure in what they want and know what they like. They are not all wishy washy like a bunch of wet noodles. A real man can get it up anywhere and any time and show a girl he is ready to play.
There are some really nice men on this site, I know and have spoken to them. I've met some nice men in other places to. So if some loser is trying to make time with you and is to scared to admit he wants you why the hell would you want him.
I can show you the money, can you show me?
Would you like to see my Monkey?
February 20th, 2008 6:02 pm MST
Like every girl I have my own needs and desires. Some of us want a sugar daddy and some of us want to be left alone. Rich or poor is a non issue when it comes to how differently we relate to our world. A world with huge pitfalls that can be very painful.
Some of us have a perfect figure some don't, for some it's a passing fancy and others a lifelong commitment for a verry differnt and new life. With all the things that entails.
As many of you know I get hit on a lot. Boys come and go like a revolving door. A girlfriend of mine pondered this question and it got me to thinking about my own monkey. He is big and throws tantrums a lot more than I would like. He has cost me a ton of money and is always finding new ways to mess with the delicate balance I have established.
To everyone around me I am one person. They see what I want them to, or think what I want them to, but underneath the storm rages.My monkey battles with me endlessly. Oh the joys of hormones and other difficulties arise on a regular basis. Did I pay this bill or that, why did I forget the contract that needs to be signed today by this new client. Argggh!!
Whats a girl to do when your all alone. You are petrified with fear that your monkey will talk. He might blow your cover right now or tomorrow when you least expect it. Will he wait to air your secrets or taunt you with them until you break down. My monkey holds me hostage sometimes. He is and evil monster who makes even getting dressed a chore sometimes.
Some girls have it easy but most of us don't. Why is that? It is what it is. Monkey's have a funny way of finding the biggest wrench there is and jamming it into the gears. What now? Well you keep going, ignore that monkey. Slap him around when you can because he will beat you senseless if you let him. Learn how to work with him, or beat him at his game.
Spend the money you can to keep him happy and tighten your belt when you need to. With all of our expenses is it any wonder why we have trouble finding love, peace or happiness.
Gee I really need to pay the water bill but Macy's is having a sale.... How many of us are guilty of those thoughts. My doctor says I need this but I want that so sure I'll sign for an extra ten grand. Why the hell not I'm worth it right. Girls you are wrong.
The monkey does not like you and he thinks you are worth zip. Learn to make a deal with him and you might get what you want. I actually considered, yes sweet Innocent little me considered selling myself to get some surgery but I haven't yet. I probably won't but it sure would help. Don't fall victim to his evil ways. Don't do things that will destroy what you have now or are working for later. DO NOT rush things!!
Sacrifice my dignity and self respect for an easy way to look better. A sure fire way to look more like I WANT TO rather that how I need to. As expensive as our lives are is it any wonder some of us totally melt down. We collapse under the pressure. Normal girls complain about how this or that happened or how they wish their but was smaller or some other inane flaw.
Honey I just spent a ton of money to get mine and would have done anything to have yours to start with. My thoughts betray me as I almost scream out loud. Again my monkey tried to smash my world. If only there was a way we could just wave a magic wand and be just the way we wanted to be. We could kill our monkey for good and be happy.
Reality is not so kind. Our Monkey will be with us forever. Always lurking in the background waiting for the opportunity to out our little secrets. diligent in his efforts to proclaim we didn't always look this way. Beauty has a price and our price is double, and comes with a big mean monkey who hates us.
The point is we are different. We have additional costs and needs that most normal girls just cant appreciate. We have to work twice as hard to look half as good on occasion sometimes. So try not to despair ladies. I'm right there with you fighting in the trenches to get what is ours and keep it. Each and every one of us deserves respect and if you don't get it then demand it!
My monkey is mean but he has made me strong. He has made me the woman I am. No one can take that away. I will not let him win in the end and I will prevail. I will be happy and if I can't find people that are ok with that then I don't need them. You don't need them either. One of my girlfriends told me how much she loved me just the way I am and It made me cry.
I beat my monkey. I finally got to slap him around and it felt good. Surround yourself with those kinds of people and you can beat your monkey too. Reach out to those around you. Call them, make them part of your life so you can win when your monkey comes.
I hate my monkey and wish I could get rid of him but I can't so I just do my best to work around him and keep him out of my way as often as I can. So the next time somebody gives you grief just ask them...
Do you want to see my Monkey
Do you see me in a bad light?
February 11th, 2008 6:26 pm MST
Yesterday while talking with some friends I had a thought. I let it go and went back to doing what girls do and it kept nagging at me. So I went on a quest of sorts. I started looking at photos all over the web. I even looked at some porn, can you believe it sweet little ol me intently eying some big boobed blond getting ....her makeup, ahem...fixed if you know what I mean.
Well there I was comparing some of the photos and I realized it was true. The difference between "porn" and "erotica" IS all in the lighting.
Now what you may ask oh curious reader does this have to do whith my nagging thought. Well hold on girls here it comes....turn the damn lights on. Every girlfriend I have, and most women I know including yours truly have something we hate about our bodies. That one thing that if it changed would make us "perfect".
That still doesn't fit because if it's dark you can't see the pink teddy or how big your but does look. The vast majority of photo's I looked at were done so poorly that it's no wonder we think we have major flaws. Girls I am not perfect, you know it and I know it. I do try very hard to take good pictures though. It's all in the lighting and location.
How many times have you thought gee that sure is out of focus or where is she, a tunnel? I know we can't always plan every shot or pose to maximize our curves and that's ok. We can however work to project the best possible image with the public at large.
I tag all my photo's that go online and each is checked to make sure it is the best it can be. That's why I have so few out there. Think about it like this; if somebody only saw you for an instant would you rather have your hair done or in curlers?
I hope the answer is obvious. So why then do so many girls put a picture of themselves up with their ex boyfriends face cut out? Why so many blurry fuzzy webcam shots? Why would you want the whole world to see the pile of dirty clothes laying next to your bed? It beats me.
In this day and age it is easy to find tips on lighting and exposure and all the things you need to take a good photo. Get out there girls and do more that just your hair, really make yourselves gorgeous! I know you can! I have seen it. Some of you make me so jealous because you look so good.
And enough of the old bed sheet's how tacky is that. Whatever you reason for posting a picture, think about the light you will be seen in. Ask yourself does this REALLY project the image of class and grace I want? Recently I was in a weekly and I was mortified when I saw my picture. I was so furious at how bad an image I had. Get your mind out of the gutter, it wasn't playboy...YET.
Anyway, my hair was a mess it was over lit and I looked like a waterbuffalo; OMG! Do I really want this to be my hallmark? NO! This brings me back to my overall tip for..... whenever. When you snap that picture before you send it out here does it capture how fabulous you are?
Or does it show you in a bad light?
Sometimes your a Cat....or a Canary
February 3rd, 2008 10:25 pm MST
Well there I was, patiently waiting for my coat when I looked over and saw him. Oh my god. What should I do, hope he sees me, hope he recognizes me, or try to casually brush it off and slink away in my thigh high boots?
What a dilemma to be faced with. Speak up or let the moment pass without incident. I'm not a whore even though tonight I look like one. Seriously girls nothing and I mean nothing says slut better than Black thigh high boots a black micro mini and a black and chrome corset with your bosom on display like candy in a jar.
I knew my new hairdo and color would look good but this was just too much. I spent all week planning and getting ready for tonight. New years eve for this girl was going to be BIG! So you're probably wondering what happened. Press on dear reader and you will be amazed... astounded..... shocked....not nearly as much as I was I assure you.
As most of you know I love to go out. For new years eve this year I was planning to look incredible and be out all night. Well I did and I was. I was dressed to thrill and loved how incredibly sexy I looked. I was a little apprehensive about coloring my hair but after the rave reviews it's really has grown on me.
I have been going to the village for many years and know allot of people there. Even though I have made many friends and contacts from there I still try to keep my social life separate from my business. Many of my clients have no idea how often I go out or if I go out at all. Most see me as a shy little miss church mouse. Recently I had dinner with two clients and they pressed for details about my escapades on the town. I rebuffed their question but did tell them if they knew where I went or what I did their heads would explode.
In a subtle way I guess, I let them know that there was way more than meets the eye. When I work I'm all business and very conservative. I don't wear anything to flashy or gaudy, no door knocker earrings or loud colors. A simple elegant style if you will. When I go out that's another story. Bright red CFMP's or platform shoes. Fishnets or Cuban heels, wrapped on flowing satin or lace. Short skirts and maybe just a little to much blush.
I am still very modest but My overall look is way more seductive. I never dress like a tramp and that is why I chose to do so this year. As always there is a shiny nugget of golden wisdom within my columns so here it is. Be careful how you dress and what kind of overall image you portray. It may just come back and bite you. In my case it certainly did.
As I got my mink from the steward and slid it on he looked my way, a curious look, perhaps. I gingerly walked over and smiled like the cat who just devoured the cage with the canary still inside. Hey baby does your mother know where you are, I asked? His look of disbelief said it all. who the hell is this chick and why would she ask such a question?
He looked at me and then it hit him just who I was. Yes dear reader my dual life had been discovered. Sometimes you just have to take the bull by the horns. Who you might wonder is this dashing young man. You won't believe it, even now I scarcely do. Lets jut say I've know his mother for quite some time. She is not only a client but a very good friend. She however has no idea I lead this double life, but now he certainly does.
The truth has a nasty habit of finding it's way to the surface. You never know who or where you will run in to it. We all have our private life and our public one. I'm sure like most we endeavor to keep them far removed from each other. In this case the two crossed, well I think they crashed into each other but as always you be the judge.
Many here are still in the closet or think their activates whatever they may be will never see the light of day but with this latest event I beg to differ. I seriously doubt it will have any lasting implications but it has shown me that the world we all live in is quite small. All the effort I put into projecting a very ladylike and professional image were wiped out in a single moment. I have since spoken with my friend and he assured me he's not shocked or dismayed yet I still wonder. Would it have been better was I not dressed quite so provocatively.
I may never know but we all have our secrets and sometimes they are discovered in the most unlikely of places. For me this single incident let me know just how fragile that balancing act is. When you get all dolled up for that night on the town be ready for anything. Interestingly enough as we walked to our cars, how odd that he parked a mere two spaces over from mine. All was well he offered to give me the project his mother had asked me to complete. He was to deliver it to that afternoon but had not.
We have spoken several times since and it has now become just a passing memory. I have since realized that it really doesn't matter that much. We were both out for a night on the town and that in itself is no crime so who cares. Well girls I'm here to tell you initially the shock will get you but you will get past it. I sure did.
Just remember you might be the Cat. Other times you'll end up being a Canary....
Parking lot propositions
November 1st, 2007 10:09 pm MDT
As always I try to impart some wisdom to those around me. I thought this up on the way home from the Village the other night. On a side note I saw my sweetie and was thrilled!! I had a lot of fun this weekend past. Stay safe my sisters and be good to yourself first.
Shoes 75.00, purse 35.00, Satin blouse 95.00, Leather mini 125.00, parking and drinks 110.00, Pedicure & Manicure 95.00, Jewelry 350.00, Matching black lace Bra & panty set 65.00, and a few hours of angst to get my hair and makeup perfect. Now I look great and am ready for a wonderful night on the town. When I arrived alone, you are there or perhaps you have yet to arrive. I can see you didn't take nearly as much time and effort in your appearance as I did. No matter perhaps you have a winning personality or a sweet disposition and grasp of the world around us.
As I sit here still alone and waiting for you to arrive my mind wanders. Will you be tall, will you be strong and self assured. Will you impress me with you impeccable taste and world knowledge. Am I going to be flattered by your praise and adoration of my efforts to look stunning for you? As the hours creep by I'm still patiently waiting for you. Please don't make me wait all night, I really would like to chat. Alas the night is over and you have yet to arrive.As I walk to my car and prepare for the drive home you finally approach. your smile dazzles in the dim light of the street.
I smile graciously as you profess your desire but wait......
You were not there when I got ready tonight.
You didn't help me get ready to go nor did you want to.
You didn't pick me up nor did you escort me to the party why should you.
You didn't help me out of my car or pay the valet when I arrived.
You didn't arrive with me or concern yourself with my safety when I did arrive.
You couldn't burden yourself with a small cover charge.
You didn't light my cigarettes but you expected me to give you one.
You didn't buy me a drink nor did you want to yet you expected to share mine.
You didn't spend any time or meaningful effort to get to know me, why should you.
You are not at all interested in what I am looking for nor did you listen.
You were not there to keep me company so what if I was alone.
You didn't concern yourself with my efforts to attend, your manner shows you took none.
As my thoughts wander across the preceding list. I can plainly see you dear are a pathetic and not for me.
I know, I know, you were busy and tied up all night long.
You could not be bothered with treating me with respect.
I know, I know, you think I did all this for you.
Your are so wonderful, Mister you need to get a clue.
Why on earth should I give you any attention at all.
I am polite yet still not interested in your meaningless tripe.
How can you expect so much from me.
I should just bow before you and get on my knees.
Get a clue and get a life, get going right now, get out of my sight.
It's late and I am tired, I'm going home now.
Grow up little boy and you might see me around.
I will not wait since I know your kind.
You will be back tomorrow with the same tired line.
You give nothing and expect it all.
Just a little note for the boys who try this game.
You must first learn to plant if you want to release your seed.
Your parking lot proposition will never succeed.
One Size Fits None
September 27th, 2007 4:14 pm MDT
Recently I went into a wonderful little sex shop that I frequent. I usually go there for shoes and the occasional accessory but this time I saw and outfit I just had to have. A very sexy little pink dress that according to the tag should have fit. Sadly it did not. It might have fit a 14 year old, but it certainly would not fit and adult woman.
Like most women there is a delicious amount of plumpness to our rear and for some our thighs as well. This brings me to a trend I have seen in many catalogs and stores. In order to be "In Style" you need to be 12 years old have no chest no hips and no junk in your trunk. The aforementioned is assuming your a plus size girl. Is it so hard for a designer to actually measure an average girl and deduce that she is not built like a model?
It gets even better when the retail shop changes the size on the garment to a smaller one to "help" with self esteem. If a little tag on your blouse is the sole benefactor of your self image then you need more help than Macys can provide. Even on the best of sale days. The outfit you just bought now has to be returned or exchanged for something you don't want. If you know what your measurements are like I do this is a real waste of time.
It amazes me that a designer in New York will put something together and hang it on a model be lauded with accolades and then cross his fingers and hope nobody will buy it. If they do it will be readily apparent that their adult body with all it's flaws could not ever hope to get it on. Some of us have the waifish model figure but most do not. Genetics has a lot of control over how we end up, tall, short, whatever.
Most models have absolutely no figure at all. This fly's in the face of the average girl who might be a little heavy or is blessed with an ample bosom. Most women are a C with the occasional D cup. Interestingly enough when a girl gets implants she goes with the D or bigger yet blouses are still made to fit smaller girls.
I am a DD so I just buy the larger blouses and have them tailored to fit. For a few extra dollars my wardrobe has a tailored/fitted look. The best part is my clothes fit the way they should. This works most of the time but there are times when the larger size is just not available. So how do we overcome this? The simple answer is we don't. What we do is learn how to dress. If it isn't in your size just pass it by and look for what is.
It's not hard to develop your look or your style if you know what works for you. Do your homework. Watch the fashion shows. Ask other girls how they got their look or where they shop. All of us want to look good and feel good. That all starts from within and shows on the outside. Some days no matter what I do with my hair it's a mess but that's okay. Even I need to lose a few pounds and that's ok too.
As women we love attention!! The shear joy I feel when someone tells me how good I look is nearly indescribable. I look forward to being stared at. I want to be looked at, lusted for and admired for how much effort I take in preparing for a night out alone or with a date. All the boys complain that we take to long getting ready but if you can't obsess over how good you will look then why go out at all.
Each of us is unique. We all bring something to the table and can share what we know. With all of the hard work and effort we girls put into looking our best is it really any wonder that we might have an off day. There's nothing wrong with that. Nobody bats a thousand and you shouldn't think you can. Some day your going to be fabulous and others...... well just keep trying.
Find colors that work for you, not against you. Don't be afraid to mix and match things and you may be surprised with what you come up with. The goal is to take your time and learn to do it right. When you have the basics down everything else just falls into place. Focus on where you need improving and learn how to pull that together. Don't get discouraged by the small mistakes we all make.
I used to do my own nails and now I get them done professionally. I did a good job but the difference in my demeanor is tremendous. I used to worry they would break off and they did sometimes so I changed what I was doing and am happier for it. When I get my nails done I'm in there for a few hours and it's so worth it when I see the results. Such a small thing has done wonders for my overall image and look.
I feel more relaxed and it shows. I'm not self conscious about them breaking off at "the wrong time" if you know what I mean. Imagine how you'll feel when you do something like that. Just a little nudge is all it takes. Go for a walk one day a week. do something small to start with and before you know it you will be the girl of your dreams. Whatever it is just do it, take that little step toward your goal. Put the time In and you will get there.
Just remember One Size Fits None.....
Do You Really Think So
June 11th, 2007 11:35 pm MDT
Just because a guy tells you that you're stunning or gorgeous or any other compliment, and ladies I hear it a lot. I'll leave it to you to decide if it's true. Take compliments and sweet talk for what it is. Seduction.
Whenever I go out I dress to impress. Some have commented that I must spend a fortune on clothes. I have spent quite allot over the years and I think it has been worth every penny. I'm not a jeans and t-shirt kinda gal, give me a satin blouse any day. Don't be confused I love to hear silky sweet confessions of attraction. Weather it's true or not is anybody's guess. Attraction is different for everybody some like tall, short, petite, rubenesque, whatever.
As always this is to illustrate the larger point. Those of you who know me know how I dress and what my personal style is. Keep that in mind since I haven't one. Did I lose you? Well that's ok since I am at a loss on this one too.
Whenever I go out there are always plenty of men who want to spend time with me, make time with me, or who knows what else. As a woman I understand the needs that men have perhaps more than they do. Some start out slow and gradually escalate their advance, which is the wise route. Most just wander up tell me how "hot" I am and expect, oh yes they expect me to fall to my knees right there. One time a guy walked up behind me saying "do you remember me" and starts feeling me up. Needless to say I remembered him and also remembered why I ran him off the first time we met. Well honey seduction does not work that way nor should it ever. Is it any wonder why these kinda people are alone.
Like most women some days I'm a princess and sometimes I'm a slut but you can never be both at the same time. In every girls life there comes a time when she discovers boys and it can be richly rewarding or painfully troubling. As my essays go this will be a short tale of one such meeting. This weekend I met a very sweet guy. He is cute, single, well spoken, and confident.
Each is a very good indicator of character. He knew what to do and what to say and my heart was melting. I probably would have gone home with him until he floored me by asking me out later in the week. When a man would rather wait until after dawn to get to know you he is worth taking a chance on. He asked for my number and I gave it to him, something I very rarely do. He said he would call and he did. I was so surprised when he called I was speechless. I really was. I thought he would just blow me off and not even keep such a small promise but he did and that says a lot.
Ladies this is how you weed out the schleps. He spoke to me like a princess and I expect at some point he will want a slut. I'll be happy to cater to that desire should it arise. I don't know how much he makes or if he is .....well you know... but I can find that out later. Honestly I don't really care. If he is respectful and good to me that is what is really important. It goes with out saying that he needs to call again and not screw it up later with excuses and false bravado.
Every girl wants her man to seduce her, to possess her, and make her his own. Unfortunately not every guy knows how. When the men open up to you it's okay to lead him a little and let him know you're interested. In our case don't expect to much or be crushed when he makes you wait or gives up early. He may have his own issues to deal with. Special girls like us need to be handled differently and there are quite a few additional things to consider. I'm not really sure if he'll keep our date or lose interest but the thrill is in the hunt not in the kill. I plan on going out with him and seeing where it leads.
As usual I'm agonizing over it. What should I wear, should I be coy and demure or aloof. My god, do I need new shoes to go out with him. Will it be someplace nice or sleazy. Arrghhh. This girls is the agony of boys. I know he likes me, but did I screw it up? Oh the exquisite agony and thrill of a first date. So will he or won't he? who knows.... Everyone thinks he'll call and I do too but I keep asking anyway....... Do you really think so.
Nightmare in a Red Dress
June 4th, 2007 5:01 pm MDT
Look I'm as kinky as the next girl, If you saw my collection of heels there would be no doubt. I went to village station this week and a fellow who I chat with occasionally was there. I just happened to be sitting with my girlfriend when he approached. As he raved about how great I looked and how much he missed me I was struck by how touchy feely he was.
Now I'm no prude but I barely know this man and he's all over me. I was subtle and polite in my rebuke but still. I am with someone and his behavior was really inappropriate. He was sitting with another girl, I use the term loosely because she acted and carried herself way to much like a he.....than a she. This could be why he wanted to come hang out with me instead.
Anyway, so introductions are made and he lets me know that we can play together later and "she" is cool with it. Apparently my date who was sitting next to me was invisible. Now both of them are all handsy and touchy feely which again is not something I mind to much when the time is right. What made it so horible was my girlfriend who almost never goes there was really offended by this apparent lack of basic respect and decency. Neither of them knew her and each was pawing her like they were me. Eventually I brushed them off and we got back to our girls night out.
Make no mistake I am a lady first and a whore second. If you want to "sample" the merchandise there is a deposit required! I literally agonize over what to wear and weather my hair and makeup are perfect. I probably change my outfit three or four times before I walk out the door. I do this because I am a woman who really cares about her appearance. I will admit some days I look waaay better than others but it is the overall effort that is most important. Anything worth doing is worth doing right.
This other girl acted more like a guy in a dress than a lady and that's really my point. Girls there are some things that are just down right inappropriate. We all have weaknesses and flaws, lord knows I have a bunch but I work very hard to minimize and conceal them from view. Being a girl is a lot of hard work and being a woman is even harder. Red lipstick and a blonde wig will not make you a girl, for that matter neither will surgery.
Your heart and your head make you what you are. If those don't match what you have on the outside then nobody is ever going to take you seriously.I'm not advocating any particular position other than basic social grace and class. Men and women can each be classy and elegant, Now that is sexy! Brutish hey babe look at my dick it's really big is not. If you want me to act like a whore for you that's fine honey but you had better be paying me like one or I'm outa here.
Do not suffer fools.
December 24th, 2006 12:15 pm MST
So I went to village station last night and as usual had a wonderful evening. It was made even more enjoyable when a really nice gentleman who was courteous and respectful came by. He bought my drinks and lit my cigaretts all night long. You would be suprised by how many men just can't wrap their mind around this little treat. We left around 2am and walked around continuing our chat for hours. He really was quite charming. Girls I loved it!! We covered nearly every subject disagreeing on some and agreeing on others. I couldn't help myself by the end of the night so I gave him a little reward to remember me.
Good conversation and pleasant company goes a long way. It amazes and amuses me that most of the "children" who aproach me open with smut. I refer to them as such based on their actions. The "hey lets go in the bathroom" crowd. How calous and crude.
Ohh I've heard quite a few "I'm from out of town." Yes you always are. The "I just found this place" group, oh cretainly you jest. Guys this is not only foolish it immediatly put's us on the defense. I know your lying and I hesitate to trust you at all from this point on. Is honesty so difficult to grasp??
Why on earth would any sane woman subject herself to this. I would rather sit by myself all night long, and I do many nights rather than be accosted with this tripe. In a nutshell guys what works on a genetic woman works on us too. Polite, considerate, inteligent men will always have me. I kinda like the cheezy pickup lines but you better have more in your quiver than that to keep my attention.
I've actually had a man ask me for cab fair. Looking this good is expensive and you expect me to "pay" for your ride home?? What on earth was this idiot thinking. According to him he lived on maple 3 blocks away. I used to live in manhatten and girls you walk everywhere. I was not amused by this. He did let me know that he was not "playing me" if he were then he would "come at me" differently. Well thanks for the warning. Guys like these will only bring you down. You deserve better and are better than this.
Ladies no matter how you feel DO NOT put up with this! We all want to be seen as beautiful and we are when we put our minds to it. Everything we go through is expensive and difficult which makes us strong women of character and distinction. We are queens and should be afforded that station.
Any man who does not agree or thinks he can "roll you" with a lame line is doing you a disservice. Ladies the nice guys are out there. You just have to be open to them. I have had my share of bums with their lame come ons and the like too.
Do not suffer fools, for they will make you one in the end.
