Good on paper but…

Figures that an Englishman would tag me on my ass. And he has the cheek to not even give me flowers.

SO:

treasured. desired. loved. cherished. needed. adored.

Are you pleased, Ptr?

You owe me double flowers. Sniff… we can’t let standards slip.

That said:

Mnwhr5, Salvage Bar, Panther, The Player, Curious Girl , Holly , and CuteSugarBaby

You’re the next round of victims of this sexy chain letter.

*Giggle*

P.S. It is hard to find 5 ppl to tag. So do the best that you can, please.

Salvage, this is for you.

Yes, hooray for me, but not for them. Well, maybe. Read on.

It has been delicately brought to my attention that a number of men must exert a bit of effort to grab those lascivious and free women who seek nothing more than sexual pleasure on the fly.

I am a firm believer in the axiom, ” what one won’t do, another will.”

I am sure that if I do not want to comply with a man’s wishes, he can easily find another woman who will. This may have been harder to do back 40-30 years ago but today, pffft! There are women who pride themselves on being some sort of sexual Florence Nightingale. They exist to provide sexual aid and comfort to the wounded, needy and despondent. They thrive on “being there”.

Being selfish, I thrive on not being there. If I want to take care of someone I would get a M.S. in Nursing and run a floor at my local hospital.

I do not make close friends with type of woman who can “take care of herself!!!”, but I do see them all over the place.

It just takes finesse, arrogance, kindness or some combo thereof, to lure one of those willing vixens into the sack. If one wants to have a real date with her, she will split the bill, burn her gasoline to see you and let herself out when you are done. Cost to you: minimal.

I am firm and unyielding on what my baseline behavior and standards are. It keeps me on the right track and allows men to respect me.

Funny how men do not readily speak of the woman who took as much of their money as she could, but the have no problem labeling the girls wo were willing to have sex and expect nothing but sex in return:

Slut tramp whore skag easy dummy fool stupid bitch.

Now that the societal shift from gentleman to carnivore has been made, men no longer take pride on “taking care” of a woman. Nowadays it is a sign of honor to be the jackass with the worse behavior and the most women.

Men who are givers tend to only have few words or a woman who demanded that she be treated as woman, not as a big walking cum receptacle.

* * *

That is right. You do hear birds chirping in the silence. They are not talking about her. Maybe they will mutter ‘gold digger’ or some other deleterious appellation.

Does she really give a damn what he calls her, as she strolls through Whole Foods with his money and buy her overpriced acai berry 100% preservative free juice???

If there is another man who will do what Mr. Cheap will not, then surely, there is a woman who will do what Ms. Spoiled won’t, as well.

{Let’s amend that to “women”,  as women who will compromise outnumber men who won’t by at least 60%}

Nice girls do these days.

Smart ones don’t do much without conditions.

His voice poured into my ear like hot butter.

“Wait until we fall in love.”

“Yes, wait indeed.

Rarely-but of course it happens-a man who is quite unsuitable for my purposes, attempts to grab my attention.

This one had a gorgeous face, a tight body and was oozing manliness. Smelled good, too.

However….

he had a big tattoo upon his manly neck.

I wanted to ask him why he did such a thing and if he was in a profession where such a look was acceptable.

Instead, I just shook my head ‘no’ and smiled prettily, as I scurried by as fast as I could on the icy sidewalk.

I couldn’t take him anywhere that I like to go, with that tattoo blazing upon his neck like the Dogstar in the night sky.

The places he likes to go ( just judging from the surface), I surely would not like to visit.

Livvy was kind enough to list me as a person that she reads and enjoys.

Her comment that my archives read like a Bible for men who want to approach escorts made me go back and read them myself!

I just think it is common sense. I know that most men can get what they want, when they want it, for free. No effort, no kindness, just another willing soul ready to comply with their erotic cravings, always on the horizon.

I am not here for that, but I know they can get it easily. What I wish to do is remind women that everything has a price.

Men who cheat seem to take care of their wives but want freebie. Guess they paid at the pump already so now it is time for a free ride in another pussy vehicle.

Men who say they are in love generally treat the receipts of their affection with kindness. But they too, seem to think it is okay to treat the extra girl like she is a naked unpaid therapist. Unpaid therapy is not conducive to mental health.

Some men will happily go to a real-live hooker but refuse to treat a girlfriend with gifts, as sher is a “nice girl” and you know, independent. He wishes to respect her. Giving her money is demeaning because she is not you know like that- a whore or a gold digger.

I stand aside and watch this merry-go-round twirl. It spins by dizzyingly but few women are sane enough to let go and be thrown off  it.

Yes, it is insanity to be used. It is not cute, inspiring, moral, commendable or any another platitude that has been applied to a woman who puts out for free.

If one is not married, it is a freebie–not unless there are terms and conditions. That may irritate or anger some of you who read my words and I will not apologize for my view.

There is love but I have found that when there is love between and man and a woman, he often acts in a traditional, providing, caring sort of way. Review his past and she how sweet he was to the girl he loved. Then compare that to how he treats the ones he just screws. See a difference?

I refuse to do for free what hookers, escorts, , erotic chatters, dominas, web cam girls and porno queens get paid for.

Join me, won’t you?

Let go of the handlebars and let yourself be hurled off into reality. It hurts at first but then the burn goes away, to be replaced with a gentle and steady glow.

It feels so damn good.

You will find that you can close your eyes and get off on the feeling alone.

The feeling is the joy that comes from being respected and valued on your terms.

Not anything naked or nasty. Well, kinda.

VH1 has a show on about women in videos. Especially the sexy girls with big hot asses in the rap videos.

I turned in on late in the program. I caught the segment about club dancers making a video (as extras). I was okay until I found out they did not get paid for their 12 hour day. No, not a DIME, if the announcer, club owner and musician are to be believed.

We are told that the exposure is crucial for moving beyond the the little club were they work.

Without the girls, it would just be a bunch of homely men ( not unless it is T.I) screaming and hollering over a tight bass line and a drum machine. This can be applied to a number of other pop music versions of any music that plays on the radio.

I do not expect the girls to stop dancing. I am not that naive or controlling or uptight. But I do want them to get at least a per diem. Even extras get to eat food and drink water on a set.

If their image and body is their products, if what they have to bring to the marketplace is what they look like, what they can inspire on the minds of men, then…

Get. Some.Money.For.Your.Time. Every time.

Not every girl will get a deal out of her appearances. Not every one will meet a nice guy who will do some nice things for her. I would guess that most will go back to their jobs in the small clubs with crappy dressing rooms and fuckwad management barking commands at them.

However, the image of her naked, sensuous ass jiggling salaciously is never going to die. Nor is the feeling of walking out in a teeny bathing suit, as men who she would never talk to otherwise are leering at her.

Sigh.

He is young, lean, hot and rich.

I ran into him while traveling. About  a month plus, ago.

He digs me. And I, him.

He knows I am spoiled. That I have a few boyfriends.

He did not flinch. Probably because he understands that I am not free with any part of myself.

He says that when he gets done with me, I will not want to see anyone else.

He could be right.

I met a man.

He likes me.

He is just used to freebies.

He is trying to wait me out.

But… he wants me.

So he calls periodically.

Hoping I will bend
Hoping that I can be agreeable to dinner, movie, hotel. A bouquet of flowers.

hahahahaha…

Update: I unhooked this fish and threw him back. He has a wife, let her do her job and keep him happy. I have nothing to give him for free or at a discount.   This is not the pussy version of the dollar store or a closeouts retailer.

I have watched with head-shaking fatigue the latest news on the Spitzer hooker ring scandal.

When a man has something to lose(like his job), he has to be very discreet and super careful in his procurement of extra-martial love.

Why oh why don’t these men learn from the old school ways? Meaning get a girlfriend and take care of her. Quietly, easily, no fuss.

I know it is pricey to live in certain areas of our country ( meaning he may have to shop around to find a suitable taker) but truly, a number of women would have gladly taken 5  grand and screwed him all month long, whenever he wanted.

Not to detract from the ladies who do such services, for such agencies.

I am waiting to see how many girls he has screwed for pennies on the dollar may come forward, as they surely did not get that much bang out of his bucks.

He is a card but I like Ludacris (the rap star.)  I just found a link to a site where an intrepid blogger mapped out for us where the ho’s reside, per the 2001 song  “Area Codes”.

Take a peek, if you wish, and see if any of your neighbors may possibly be in the candidate pool of females friends for a visiting rap star.