Villainous Company

Ah, those were the days...if I shook it up like that I would hurt myself. Yes. Eye candy is
definately heat inducing.

Heh.

I guess 250,000 doesn't go as far as it used to.
After all, there was her 'fast' for peace. That must have cost a fortune. I did hear that her son DOES have a headstone; paid for by her ex.

And we mustn't forget the Moonbat Method of picking Nobel Prize winners: The more outlandish the persyn, the liklier they are to get it. Especially for the peace prize.

Excuse me while I go hork.

I don't know. There must be something wrong with me Cricket.

I'm not blind. I still notice a good looking man and all. But for Pete's sake.

I was on a plane last week next to a very nice looking young woman who called my attention to the steward, who happened to be something of a hottie (another reason for flying JetBlue - shameless plug). So I glanced up the aisle to surreptitiously check him out, but I was sort of like, "yeah... whatever". How does that affect me? It's something you notice in passing, like a nice chair or a nice set of Manolo Blahniks you can't afford - interesting, but I'm not going to waste a whole lot of mental energy on it, in fact not even as much as on the chair or shoes, which I might actually contemplate acquiring.

But I'm married. It doesn't seem terribly respectful of my husband to be ogling other men, so I don't. Period. Just one of those places you don't go because they won't lead anywhere that is going to make anyone, including me, very happy. I guess that sounds prudish coming from someone who says a lot of the things I say, but that's how I feel. Not saying other people have to feel that way, I just find it interesting that I react that way.

Probably mixed feelings. Freud would probably have a field day with me :p

I agree. About the looking and not going farther than that.

I love my husband and we still, after all these years, trials and troubles, have the hots for each other.

Heh.

- As my very insiteful sweetie once told me, very early in our romance, "I know you won't wander, but please feel free to look all you like. If you ever stop looking it will scare the hell out of me." - I love this woman.....

Well, as I said, I'm probably weird.

If I ever start looking too much, I will probably intend to do something about it :) And that may be one of the differences between men and women, or perhaps only me knowing myself well enough to know you don't get too close to certain lines you don't want to cross.

"Even if you are on a diet, you can still read the menu."

-A metaphor for our times :)

I wasn't going to make a comment about this particular posting but then I thought to myself if Cassandra is going to post a picture of me without my consent I should overlook it and be the better person....

- Maybe you put your finger on one of the many differences between the male and female psyches. In my experience woman don't generally start things in ernest that they don't intend to finish, whereas men, being the purported "pursuer's", instinctively know that 99.99% of their daydreams are going nowhere out of the starting gate, and therfore don't take "looking" as seriously.

- Of course, as in most urban legends, you enevitably have to weigh that viewpoint against other data. My dear mom, a fire-brand redheaded Irish lady, once told me..."Son, always remember, once a good strong woman choose's the target of her affections, even hiding in a monestary in Mechu Pechu won't make a bit of difference". I've never gone wrong following mom's POV.

- Stuhl... If you really look like that, what the hell are you doing blogging! .... heh

A wise person once told me, "It don't matter where you get you're appetite, as long as you go home to eat." A saying that Mah Huzzband has taken to heart (I'm married, not dead!) and helped him to understand that, while I (respectfully)* notice* nice looking guys (and love "eye candy"), I chose him.

Again, I think it is all in knowing your own limits *and* (I still maintain) in being respectful of your spouse. Generally if you treat the other person well they will not object if you occasionally look around, but if your eyeballs are leaping off your face and wandering all over someone else's body, your spouse probably has a valid complaint.

I have seen couples discreetly looking at other people when they are out, and that is natural and normal. Heck - I have caught the Unit's eyeballs straying to a particularly lovely lady when we're out driving once or twice and it cracks me up because he is so incredibly subtle and careful of my feelings. That makes it all the more fun - that he doesn't act like a jerk. He is a man and I don't mind. I think it's funny. Lord help me if I ever get so insecure that I object to him enjoying the fact that he is male.

Big Bang Hunter,

I just don't limit myself to blogging. Just like I don't limit myself to curing the world of Political and Social Dyslexia. I find the exciting world of scuba diving and cave spelunking a worthy regalement . This was just one of those rare moments I happened to stop and pose as I left a cave in South America. Occasionally, I pose for Playgirl or various forms of magazines/calendars that use photo-grope-ahy strictly for charity . This part of my life I tend to be private about and you will rarely hear about unless I post to public blogs. Honestly though "Blogging" is truly just a respite to these other things.

*BTW - Ladies I am a the featured spread this month in "Studs of Medicine" - look for "Best Medical Buns" - I am the guy just wearing a stethoscope..... of course it is just for charity.

Well, we both look, more because sometimes the specimens of man and womanhood we see resemble
escapees from Elvira's Fun House. When there are sci fi conventions in Atlanta, they come out of the woodwork and out of their clothes and I really wish they wouldn't.

I mean, shouldn't professional models and beefcake have that little warning: We are professionals. Please don't try this at home?

Well, there is a fire burning in the fireplace,
the latest Artemis Fowl and The End of the Beaudelaire's Unfortunate Lives awaits.

Dinner is over and the CLUs are nestled all snug in front of Robin and The Seven Hoods.

I was up super late last night and caught the re-airing of Neil Cavuto's afternoon show. He had a segment on this calendar, and had three of the "model" and a wounded Marine on as guests. Two of the guys are no longer in the Marine Corp - you could tell by their long, over the eyes hairstyles. Sadly, I thought those two looked kinda gay, with the long hair, giant muscles and the black wife-beater tank tops. I much preferred the look of the guy that is still active duty.... Can't say I'll be buying the calendar - hanging pictures of half-naked men on my walls was something I did in college, and I've kinda outgrown that......

Well, I checked it out, and IF she was nominated, thank God she didn't win - a couple of guys from Bangledesh did....

I once bought a copy of 'Playgirl' magazine. It was after some movie came out...when the pirate look in the early eighties was 'in.'

I had a good laugh and discarded it among the other Unread Stuff...when one of my roommates
told me that as part of her sorority initiation
she had to buy this particular issue of 'Playgirl,' and could she borrow mine?
Chicken.

I just don't 'feel' like spending the money.
I'd rather buy a calendar that had something good on it, like landscapes or impressionist art.

The only time I ever saw Playgirl was in the late 1970s when I was working at the Navy Exchange and several of my co-workers fished an issue out from behind the counter where I worked and began rifling through it on a slow day.

I wasn't really all that interested beyond idle curiosity - it sort of didn't make a whole lot of sense to me to get all myself all worked up when I couldn't .... err... *do* anything about it, if you get my drift.

As to the rest, this keeps straying onto the same territory that made me not want to post that 'what do women really want' thingy, which is driving me mad.

*sigh*

Aw come on Cass, the half Vast readership (at least the males) really want to know what women want. Go ahead unburden yourself.

What do women want?

Geez. I dunno and I am female. Without Gloria and Betty and Other Voyces telling me, I am adrift with just me and my husband. I need a
moral compass comprised of planetary distinction
(me being from Venus), and a bunch of New Age psychobabble from the Sheman who has Found Her Goddess. I must not be allowed to figure that out for myself. I could hurt my brain or set women back 1,000 years. Maybe Hillary can tell me.

I know! A knife sharpener. I saw a kewl one for 130 bucks. My Wusthofs would love it.