why women desire more shoes and men don’t have a clue
hideous fuck me heels
It’s a funny thing, most men will buy themselves a new pair of shoes for a very special occasion, a new job, a first date, getting married….. Or, if the shoes they habitually wear are so down at heal and scruffy that even spit and polish will no longer make them presentable.
In contrast most women will buy new shoes just because they like them, or to feel better, or because they like shopping, or they’ve bought a new dress / suit and they need shoes and a purse to match. Women will also buy new shoes for a very special occasion, a new job, meeting old friends, vacations, a first date, getting married…..
But then most women like shopping, especially with his credit card, and most men don’t like shopping at all. And most men can’t understand that at all, but then most men don’t have a clue about women.
A woman needs to know but one man to understand all men; whereas a man may know many women and not understand one of them. ~ Helen Rowland
But then, most women know that most men are just a life-support system for their penis.
It’s a fact that women write almost all the books on human relationships, marriage, sex, and love ~ and that 80% of the people who buy these books are women. Perhaps men would understand women better if they made an effort, and yet men don’t even listen when their partner is trying to talk with them. A lot of men equate their wife / partner / girlfriend attempting to have a conversation as nagging. And only women nag. A man may criticise, find fault, complain, and go into ‘problem-solving mode’ ~ but that’s not nagging, that’s just passing on their years of accumulated masculine wisdom.
When women nag, go on and on about something, they firmly believe that their ‘nagging’ shows that they care about their man. She might know she is being irritating, but she can’t help it because she’s a nest-builder, nurse, manager, and mother. And, she knows that she’s telling then truth.
The fact is men and women are very different, right down to the structure of their brains, bodies, emotions, feelings, and instincts. There is no equality of the sexes, which is why women desire more shoes, and men don’t have a clue.
the holy grail?
five inch Jimmy Choos
it can’t be bad if it makes you laugh
My only excuse for posting this is that it makes me feel happy.
I definitely don’t remember some of these TV shows.
Maybe we didn’t get them here in staid old England.
Burn Baby Burn is such a great track.
Farrah Fawcett was not the world’s best dancer
very 70’s hair though, (a natural blonde?)
Elvis has left the building
Tomorrow I begin my winter vacation, escaping all the horrid lockdown crap here in England for a couple of weeks luxury in the Mexican sunshine. With any luck the coronavirus restrictions in Cancun will not be too severe. With a little more luck I may find a new flame. This is my first Elvis track on here, I hope you enjoy.
If you want a very good workout, just play this video and try to keep up
C’mon, I know you used to be a cheerleader.
Please try the moonwalk.
Me, no chance.
how do women dance in heels?
decide which bridges to cross and which to burn
flashing your breasts in a restaurant is sexy, brave, and irreversible
Some decisions are just about irrevocable. When the Roman Legions marched into hostile territory their commanders burned all the bridges behind them ~ to stop the legionnaires from retreating. Aircraft flying across an ocean will eventually get to a place where they haven’t got enough fuel to go back, the point of no return ~ they can only press on to their destination. In relationships we say and do things which we can’t ever take back ~ cheating for example, or saying; ‘it’s over…..’ Make a decision like that and there is no going back. Or like the Roman Legions we have to build a new bridge to try to rekindle a broken romance.
More often than not I’ve seen that final decisions and final words come in the heat of the moment, when emotions are running high, and those are the kind of things that we regret later. On a long sales trip a man may cheat on his partner, have a one-night-stand with some woman who’s name he can barely remember, and regret it afterwards. But you can’t undo that kind of thing, we haven’t yet figured out a way to turn back time. All that guy has left is to decide if he is going to confess to his wife / partner, or risk lying by omission and being found out. If he confesses he has burned that bridge behind him and can only wait to see what she says and does.
We cannot unmake decisions, we cannot unsay words, and we cannot not do something we have already done.
Sometimes it’s the smallest decisions that can change your life forever. ~ Keri Russell
For example, it may seem a small decision to regularly hang out in bars, but eventually people who regularly hang out in bars have sex with some stranger they’ve just met in a bar. Decisions are like avalanches, one small lump of snow sliding down a hill creates a landslide that ends up burying a town at the bottom of the mountain. And yet we make small decisions every minute of our lives, and most of them are final and irrevocable. We get to a point of no return and just can’t ever go back.
Most of the time relationships run on automatic pilot. There are unspoken rules, ethics, morality, honesty, openness, trust, affection, friendship, and love. When we decide to do something that breaks those rules then we have burned our bridges behind us, and it’s up to another whether or not we will ever be allowed to rebuild those bridges.
pulling up your skirt to show your thighs to a room is a point of no return
cheating doesn’t come from a lack of love
it comes from a lack of respect
I saw you with that whore
open dress public amore
that’s only the final coup
guess that we’re through
nobody to blame but you
you could never be true
got to find someone new
well baby it’s a fond adieu
so stew you faithless bore
you can’t hurt me anymore
did you have to choose someone older?
how does she always know just when to call?
she only calls when she’s lonely
she only calls when she needs me
and every time she calls she cries
she tells me her little love stories
then she tells me her bigger lies
she tells me how fine it could be
she just can’t look into my eyes
so, it’s time I said goodbye
she’s lonely again
it’s just her choice of men
the truth is never pure and simple
There was little you don’t know
I was a poor fool
Seems I like older cars
and mature women
I can’t stop looking at you, can I buy you a drink?
on a stool at the bar
a foxy woman, solitary
older, alone in a dark corner
drinking straight bourbon, heavily
staring blankly down at the counter
conversations offered ending unhappily
perhaps I could and should have ignored her
I knew it could only end in one way
her bad memories, bitter tears
but gently I lead her away
carefully to my car
where she vomited, noisily, messily
the fox confirmed my worst fears
but later I still had my way
wealth, foxy women, and too much wine
can make anything happen in this life
(the poetic form is a bastardized Rondeau)
she has had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it
her sea-green eyes will look right into your soul
it was supposed to be a date
in the bar she sits, waiting
she’s pensive looking, sweet
as she expected he was late
he berated her, nasty, irate
angry words spoken in haste
are such a fucking waste
then all that’s left is hate
she always splashes on musky perfume
and smokes before any blind date
because dogs can smell fear
you don’t lie to the person that you love
she was carnal
and I truly adored her
I never knew the real woman
she walked on eggshells around me
why do I adore a false chimera, an avatar?
and she never tells the truth