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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I’m planning to do the PGR mission on the bike tomorrow.  According to the hour-by-hour weather, it’s going to be about 39 degrees when I leave.  I went to the store and got some thicker socks, some warmers for my boots, and a thicker balaclava.  The full face helmet is warmer, but it funnels cold air right up to my chin/neck area.  So, I’m going to use the thicker balaclava.  It is thin on top and thick in the neck area. 

Since it’s a 3 hour ride, I’m heading out early.  So, I will be out of touch for most of the day.  Depending on if I get back, I’ll be posting about the mission.

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