Monthly Archives: October 2007

Sunday Ride to Cooper’s Rock

I had planned on taking the Volusia out on Sunday.  It was supposed to get to a high of 80 with clear skies and sun.  I got in touch with Rhillai and we planned to meet at a park called “Cooper’s Rock” which is a natural rock formation that is amazing.

When Sunday arrived, I was torn whether to go.  With my computer being down for an upgrade gone awry, I wanted it fixed.  But,  I was waiting for a drive to copy which was going to take a few hours.  That had me at a standstill of sorts.  Plus, I think I was needing some time away from that for a bit.  I thought about working on my Jeep, since it was needing the rear brakes.  I thought about staying home and working on that; but wasn’t sure if there was a recall on the brakes.  I wondered how much might be covered under the warranty.  I didn’t think there would be much if any at all… but thought it would be worth calling to find out.  So, I decided to go ahead with the motorcycle ride.

I met with Rhillai at Cooper’s Rock and we looked at the overlook and then went to look at an 1800’s iron furnace which is a bit of a walk down a trail.   It was a nice ride; but the ride back was nicer.  I took the back roads on the way back and was more leisurely than the ride there. The ride there was mostly 4 lane with me going highway speeds. I picked a perfect day for the ride, though.  It was warm and clear skies with a bright sun.

It was nice to be able to talk to Rhillai for a bit, too.

I was thinking during the return ride that it was the kind of day that Sharyn and I would have gone for a ride. It was the perfect kind of day for her. Normally, one of us would have called the other and we would have ridden together.  Sigh.

When I returned, the drive was finished copying and I set to work on getting my problem solved. Within a few minutes, I got things on the road to repair and was finally making progress. So, at times, it’s good to walk away from a problem for a bit.

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Real Life Wardrobe “Malfunctions”

Ok… so I thought for a moment to title this post “Real Life Nipples”. But, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  :->  Anyway…..

I mentioned a woman the other day that is a client of mine whom I felt an odd sort of “connection” and comfort around. I have had that sort of feeling around only a few women in my whole life.  It’s at a different level than normal interactions with people. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s not just imagination combined with pheromones. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s a spiritual thing. There are other times that I see a woman that is so visually appealing to me that I simply want to stare; just like I would stare at a beautiful car or work of art.  It is like your senses just want to continue taking in as much as you can. But, we can’t because of the nature of today’s society; it is automatically taken that you are some leering pervert ready to commit a sexual attack.   Sometimes, they have a certain sexiness… a physical attraction. Sometimes, it’s a combination of these things. This woman in question has the beauty to go along with the comfortable feeling. 

I have always been a man who believes that you treat women respectfully. Even if you are attracted to them, you don’t do things that make them uncomfortable.  I think you don’t stare at a woman’s breasts, for instance.   I’m the type of person who thinks when a woman might expose or start to expose something, that you avert your eyes. Even if you would *like* to see…. it’s not respectful.  If they start to show a thong, for instance, you don’t make crude comments and leer.  If they start to lean over and show their bra/breasts, you look away. 

Well… this particular woman likes to lean over the desk… in not so closed tops.  I’ve been sitting and she has leaned over the desk to talk.   I have been standing… and she has leaned over the desk to talk.  Sometimes, when someone is looking your way and you are trying to look them in the eye, the peripheral vision picks up things; which draws your attention to them and your eyes try to center on them. So, my instinct is to avert.  Call me old fashioned… or a prude…. or socially inept… whatever.

But, the other night, I think she noticed it.   Probably because of my distracted mind processing the situation and my speech at the same time.   I was trying to talk to her when she leaned over the desk.  I looked at her eyes…. looked to the computer… kept talking… looked back… she was still leaning… looked to the computer while talking… looked back and she was crouched down behind the desk in a more upright position.

In those situations, the brain is trying to process information too much at once. Part is saying, “So… your cpu is trying to process all of this information at once and the memory is…..” Part is saying, “Look at her eyes.  Don’t look down! Be respectful.  Look away!  She’ll see you looking!  Don’t…..” The other part is saying, “Look down!  You know you wanna!”  The curiosity part is saying, “I wonder…. why is she bending over that far?  Does she realize her shirt is that loose?   Hmm… is that Victoria’s Secret?”  Part is wondering about the whole human animal psyche and processing the myriad of intriguing and silly ways in which we interact.  (Which reminds me of a bikini incident.)

So… it’s brain overclocking at it’s best.

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The State of TV

I sometimes watch TV and I think things are better than when I was a kid.  Sometimes, I think they are worse. In an odd way, we want our TV to be more “realistic”, yet we want things on the shows to be perfect.  They wear this perfect makeup with perfect lighting with perfect clothes.  Yet, we watch “reality tv” that isn’t near reality.  We know, for instance, that a bullet makes a big gaping wound which bleeds and is messy.  But, bullets knock people back 20 feet through the air. We watch “Bionic Woman” type shows where she can get legs, arms, etcetera.  But, somehow her kidneys and spine stand up to 300 foot jumps. She runs 60 miles an hour and her eyes don’t water or get dirt in them.  Heck, I ride a motorcycle with a windshield and wear glasses over glasses and I **still** get dirt in my eye sometimes.  So, we at the same time want realism — and don’t want realism.

What prompted this line of thought was “Smallville” last night. I don’t normally watch it, but I’ve seen parts of a couple.  My brother was watching it while I was working on a laptop computer.  In one scene, Chloe, was strapped to a table about to be cut open when Clark rushes to save her. In the old days, the villain would have started to cut through her clothes, because, well, we all know that you can’t show a woman’s underthings on tv.  But, in this new age of more “sophisticated viewers”, her blouse is open and her nice white bra is showing. I wonder if it is Victoria’s Secret brand placement? Anyway…. the villain is fighting Clark and Chloe is pushing away the Kryptonite liquids so they can’t hurt him.  As it ends, she is standing in her open blouse when she quickly grabs it to hold it closed and they very quickly cut away… as if the edit required it.  The edit was so fast, that it looked like they needed to cut it there.  At that split second, I noticed a dark spot which looked like a “nipple slip” or a tattoo in the near proximity of the nipple. Of course, in the old days, that wouldn’t have been even remotely allowed. But, in the days of sophisticated viewers, we know that a woman in a struggle for her life often has trouble keeping her bra straight when a villain is trying to cut her open. I mean, it messes up her hair doesn’t…. uhm… wait… not a good example. I mean, how can she keep things in there and fight at the same time?  Things move, right?   So, it’s ok, isn’t it?.  It’s more realistic.  So, shouldn’t we show it that way?

And singers have “wardrobe” malfunctions; so why not heroines? And if a butt can be shown on tv in “NYPD Blue”, then why not a nipple in Smallville?  Afterall, it was only for a second.  It’s not like she was stripping. They don’t allow that on…. uhm… wait… not a good example.  They don’t have sex scene…. uhm… nevermind.  

Besides, other actresses have had “nipple slips” on TV before.  But, one has to wonder how many nipple slips there were on tv in the 50’s and 60’s.  Just a thought, you know?

So… now one wonders if they didn’t want to re-shoot the scene because of cost or because of publicity.  Hmmmm??

But…. there is another aspect to this “nipple slip” and skimpy clothing topic that spills over into my real life; including just the other night. But, that’s a topic for another post.  If I choose to go there later.

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Beautiful Eyes

I have one client that I work for only periodically. She has some of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.  Seriously, I look at them and it’s, “Wow.” A few months ago, I hadn’t see her for awhile and when I saw her, my initial reaction was, “Wow, what pretty eyes.” Then, I realized that, “Hey, I know her.” It’s the eyes that caught my attention long enough for me to not realize that I knew her.

I’ll be working for her again in a few days since she called for an appointment.

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I Still

I still have those very brief moments when I will go to let Sable outside.  Or I will wonder for the briefest of seconds, “Where’s Sable?  I wonder why she didn’t come to greet me?” I still catch glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye.

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Comfortable

Sometimes I meet certain women that are so “comfortable” feeling.  I can’t quite explain it. It’s as if they are instantly easy to know, comfortable to be around, and highly attractive. A couple of times, it has been so strong of a “connection” that it is distracting and makes me have a hard time focusing on discussions, etcetera. I mention this because I worked for one over the last couple of days.  She is also personable, friendly, etcetera.  Not only did I notice the comfort factor the first time I met her, but also that she is extremely physically attractive.  I’ve worked for her a few times now, and I have become less distracted around her and more my normal self. 

But, I find it odd how a few people can just feel so….. comfortable.

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I’ve been wanting

I’ve been wanting to post some photos from the PGR mission the other day.  Two people that took photos forwarded them to me. I just haven’t had time.

Gold-Digger Girl allowed one of her commenters made a comment that instead of needing the “what if I meet a billionaire shoes” that she needed a “what if I meet a [wvgoldenwolf] gun”.  When I called them on the veiled threat, they claimed it wasn’t. She never said anything to them. So, I sent her a private email and told her I would no longer read or comment on her blog.  It’s too bad, because we are really not so far off politically and I would be on her side on most political topics. But, when someone starts threatening others, I lose all interest in the discussion.

I sent the original post to the administrator of an office that is a client of mine. She showed it to the office workers and asked their take. Most of the women had an impression of it that was at least based in some part on the financial aspect of it…. that she was looking for someone with money. But, there were some different opinions that I didn’t expect. When I then explained what had happened…. she wrote back that all of the women — and she stressed that all of them agreed — thought that I was the only man they knew with such a good understanding of women… and that I wasn’t in need of psychological help for my “serious issues” that the gold-digger insists that I have.

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The Gold Digger Returns

Awhile back there was a bit of controversy on a blog I commented on.  The blog is by a young woman who writes about guns and 2nd amendment issues as well as general, current events and personal events.

She made a post that made her sound like a gold digger and I commented on the fact.   That started a lot of insults directed at me from her and people who frequent her blog.  It was old news and was a dead topic.   So, Friday she made a dig at me with a new post.   She was posting about the recent news about billionaire Richard Branson and found it necessary to post:

I know this is likely going to end up in a fight about whether or not I’m a gold digging slut willing to leave Sebastian at the slightest hint of more money simply because I’m a woman and I mention the word billionaire, but who cares.  (I’m too tired to look for the last billionaire post,
but who the hell knew that looking for a missing shoe matched the suit I happened to be wearing to meet a billionaire for business would turn into accusations that I’m looking for a sugar daddy. Anyway…)

With this post, she mischaracterized the original posting.   This post makes it sound like she was posting about a general suit being worn for an actual business meeting for an actual billionaire.  Of course, the original posting didn’t.

At the time, she kept calling into question my mental stability and emotional stability; and said I got the impression I did because I have “serious issues”.   This time, when I replied, she said, “I really hate to say it, but I think you’re projecting some serious issues.”   Isn’t that cute?  Not only is she concerned for me, but she’s also a psychic psychologist.    So, I responded that she doesn’t hate to say it.  That she has said it enough that she should at least admit that she likes saying it.

And she says that my asking other people what they thought of it was irrelevant because they don’t count.  I’m not quite sure why.  But, she said “your friends” (which I didn’t even specify who I asked) who saw one post “don’t count.”  And she falsely stated that I was the only one “out of everyone who reads this blog” who “read into it that I was hunting a billionaire.”    Well…. I know and she knows… that I wasn’t the only one.

But, she’ll never admit it because it would require that she admit the shallow, carnal thoughts that go through her mind.  That won’t happen.

The next post was about her looking for a Halloween costume.  So, I suggested a gold-digger costume since she brought it up.  I mean…. after all…. she has the suit and shoes. 

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Women Want “Chemistry”

With the recent thinking about the growth of love and lust — and a discussion I had with an elderly woman today — I was thinking about what it is that women look for when looking for a mate.  I’m thinking it’s no longer love that women seek in a mate. 

And, I think that men like myself who believe that love grows slowly are disadvantaged and overlooked because women want excitement. They want “chemistry” (which I think is a code-word for lust) and an exciting man.  They look for the appearance of quality; rather than the core of quality.  They give the chance to men who know the game and can play it.  A man who can fake sincerity is given the attention by women.  The man who wins is the man who gives the impression that he’s instantly in love with a woman because she’s so special; rather than the man who takes the time to get to know her true good qualities.

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