I mentioned a bikini incident a couple of posts ago. I’ve mentioned before that I find the social interaction of humans interesting and at times humorous.  I find that we do silly things when looked at logically.  For instance, I’ve always thought it silly to say, “God bless you,” when someone sneezes. It’s a normal body function.  And the origins of saying it are quite backward and intellectually silly.     I mean…. we don’t say, “Devil take you,” when someone farts.

I look at the habits that people have and they intrigue me. The bikini incident is one of those kinds of things.

I was arriving at a client’s location a couple of years back.  The home was a trailer with a deck/porch built on the side.  I pulled up to the parking spot at the end of the trailer and noticed some people sunning on the deck. It was a male and two females.   The male was the husband.  The females were the daughter and the wife.  As I turned off the car, I noticed the two females get up and cover up the bottom half.  If I remember correctly they used a towel and a pair of pants respectively.  I thought, “They must want to be modest.” I approached the deck and the wife then lead me in the door and to the computer room.   While she was describing the problem with the computer, we were standing face-to-face at a “respect your space” distance, but a little closer than normal because it was a trailer. As she was talking, she took hold of the left half of her bikini top with her left hand; pulled out slightly; placed her right hand between the bikini and the breast in a fashion cupping the breast; and proceeded to adjust and fit the breast comfortably in the bikini. She did this all while talking as if it was an instinctual operation.

In addition to keeping eye contact and not drawing attention to it, I tried to keep from smiling.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing at the irony of putting on pants so that the tech couldn’t see your bottom half; but then soon after proceeding to make blatant adjustments to “the girls” while the tech is facing you from a couple of feet away.  Such is the human animal.

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Fall is arriving in all it’s painted glory.  I noticed today — even with the rain — that the colors have increased dramatically over the last two days or so.

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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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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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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 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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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 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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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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I am exhausted.  It’s about 10 o’clock right now as I write this.  The entire mission took almost exactly 12 hours for me.  It took longer than a lot of missions.  With that, and the fact that I forgot my food/drink  this morning….  I arrived home tired and hungry.

I awoke this morning to the sound of the alarm clock.  In order to save some time this morning, I had gathered the riding apparel last night before I went to bed.  I got out of bed, grabbed a quick left-over to give my body some fuel, and got ready to go. It was 35 degrees on my thermometer.  I had planned on leaving about 7:30 for an expected trip of 3 hours.  But, I actually got on the road at 7:45 for a ride that took a little longer than 2.5 hours because I  made up time by going a little faster.  I dressed in winter clothing, put foot warmers in the toes of my boots, and took off. 

Let me tell you…. it was cold!  Traveling 65 mph in 35 degree weather is cold. I did pretty good, however.  One problem was the fogging of the full face helmet.  I couldn’t breath through my nose this morning.  I had to breath in through my nose and breathe very slowly out of my mouth to keep the helmet from fogging.  Even though I had on the thick balaclava, there was still some cold that got to my chin area.  But, it was nothing compared to riding without one.  My fingers got cold after awhile.  My toes did pretty good.  It was much better having the warmers in my shoes.

I arrived at the staging area and greetings and introductions were made.  After everyone arrived, we had a better than expected turnout.  There 16 or 18 bikes with some riding double.  There were 2 cages, also.

There are a couple of things that stand out for me on this mission.  One, was the number of people who stood along the procession route from the funeral home to the cemetery with flags.  It is a “country” area with small towns and the number of people standing to show their support was encouraging.  It was a long way from the funeral home to the cemetery.  The PGR were requested to lead the hearse.  In front of the PGR were some local ambulance and fire vehicles. Behind us was the hearse with a long procession of cars. We traveled through the town and then onto “new 50”, then “old 50”, and then Route 23 to the cemetery.  The total escort was about 20 miles.  Along the streets and the old winding roads, there would be individuals and groups of people with flags and signs.  One thing I noticed about them was the number of younger people (teens and younger) who were standing — some by themselves.  I even saw a small boy – who looked like he couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8 years old — standing by himself with a flag in a yard along the route. 

Another thing I noticed was the difference in demeanor of the young and the old.  The young seemed to have an air of exuberance in their show of support.  The elderly seemed almost weary; but still desiring to show respects.  But, the thing that stood out for me the most was the number of middle aged, mother aged females that were crying.  Even from riding distance, I could tell that lots of them were weeping.  (Some men, too. But, the men seem to have a more stoic representation.)  There were a couple of late teen/early 20’s females that were crying, also. But, not the number of the middle aged women.

At the funeral home, the mother and father came outside to thank us for being there.  She was weeping.  And after the services, when it was time to bring out his casket, the sound of her weeping was horrible.  We were outside and could hear it.

Lots of people today thanked us for being there.  Soldiers thanked us.  Family of the soldier  thanked us.  Friends thanked us. 

Something else caught my attention. This soldier has a 6 year old daughter.  At the cemetery, there was a release of balloons.  They had red, white, and blue balloons that many people released together.  I think it was done for the benefit of the daughter.  We stand back away from the services some so I’m not sure, but I thought I heard someone say, “Let it go,” and then, “There goes daddy.  Say goodbye.”  The one balloon was two hearts tied together. What was really odd was the way the balloons rose.  All of the color balloons rose quickly and together. The hearts rose slowly and separately from the rest.  It was as if the two hearts hesitated and paused before rising quickly to catch the rest. As I saw it…. I thought, “The heart leaves slowly.  Love holds on and departs slowly.” It’s as if his spirt was there and was holding on…. hesitating to leave…. wanting to show the daughter that he loved her…. but, finally being drawn away.

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