I'm a non-conforming conformist, a left-wing capitalist, an entrepreneur with a conscience.
I don't bow to ANY authority, I NEVER do what I'm told but I'm not so stubborn that I'm beyond negotiating. (As long as it's fun! LOL
I was reading Will's "Men hiding their money" blog and I got to thinking about something another blogger said on it. He said he went out and bought a cheap car so he could pick up dates so they wouldn't guess how affluent he was by the car he drove. Now this isn't particularly a criticism, so I don't want him to get all dark and twisty on me, but I wasn't impressed with the strategy.
Since I was a teenager, I have always been dreamily impressed with the boy who borrowed his dad's Cadillac to take me out on a date or rented a limo for the prom. I have ALWAYS been disgusted by a guy who picked me up in an old clunker or just as gross ... a pick-up truck when you're wearing a dress. YUCK!!!
How about the rest of you?
What adds insult to injury as well is when a man comes to pick you up in an old rusted piece of metal .... and after he opens your door for you, he has to cut in front of you quickly first to clean the papers, sales receipts, hamburger wrappers and empty coffee cups off the seat before you can sit down.
I mean ... did he make a last minute decision to pick you up in that thing? Has it ever seen the inside of a carwash? Could he not have run it through one and maybe vaccuumed it before he showed up to get you?
I hate to disappoint some men, but making a woman lay her dainty feet on old newpapers, ice scrappers and KFC chicken bones is absolutely NOT the way to her heart. You may as well just drive out of the driveway and then drive back in and say goodnight to her. You'll never hear from her again.
That goes for any other strategies for cheapening down a date. From taking her to McD's to showing up in jeans when she spent an hour making herself look pretty for YOU ... leave the tricks and schemes at home and go out and have a good time. And show HER a good time. The rest is all too deceitful and time consuming.
I'm not saying men are the only ones to blame. If you have a beef, let's hear it too, mes hommes.
Everyone knows they're a sexual being, I mean, they enjoy "having it," gettin' it on, making love, engaging in intimate acts, whatever you wanna call it. But if you were someone else, and you saw you across the street, would you say you were sexy?
I never go out of the house without looking as good as I can, but the other day, while walking down trendy Bloor Street in Toronto, I got one of those little gravelly bits that they mix in with the winter, anti-ice street salt, inside my winter shoe.
So, although I was lookin' good, I was walking with a bit of an obvious limp, shaking my foot at the same time so I could dislodge the spikey little rock from my heel, where it hurt like blazes ... to a more neutral zone like ... OUT! But it wouldn't fall out!
Meanwhile, I'm not thinking ... I'm on a public street, walking like I've got one wooden, marrionette leg, a chestnut in my panties and wet "puppy poop" on the toe of my left foot. If I'd had a shopping cart and a dirty blanket over me, they would have come and whisked me away from the Gucci front door!
It occurred to me I was NOT going to win any Hot Sex Kitten of the Year" crowns walking around like that. But once I realized what I was doing, I regained my poise and got my sexy back. LOL
I KNOW I'm sexy. I feel sexy most of the time, I make sure I LOOK sexy and I'm not afraid to make eye-contact with a hot guy. I think that's the difference between people who have something to offer a love interest ... and people who expect everyone to just accept them as they are ... big, wonking warts and all.
THIS IS THE MM LUV-IN!!
(Bambi and Kari have been practicing for this for WEEKS!)
Welcome to the MillionaireMatch 12 bedroom mansion! With 8 car garage, valet party parking, massive pool surrounded by jungly tropical foliage and gardens and a 12 person jacuzzi on an upper deck, it is the place to be if you have no life apart from the blogs and you feel guilty about it.
It's someplace in the world that's hot so we won't suffer hypothermia while we're frolicking in the pool or contract "hard nipple-itis" and be all embarrassed and hold our hors d'oeuvres plates chest-high to avert stares at our chestal areas.
And everywhere are tiny tea-lights hanging above and we're all there and someone's the MC, like maybe Will or Newm (dressed in a hot tux) and there's a band, a classical quartet, a DJ and a guy who plays a banjo and harmonica, just to add variety.
All the MM guys get to wear whatever they want as long as it's naked, and all the women too but I personally am wearing a little black cocktail dress and I'm standing in one corner hanging onto a sculpture, holding a glass of champagne in the other hand and not going anywhere because I have strappy little sandals on with 3 inch heels ... and I don't want to tip over or fall down some stairs or something and embarrass myself or permanently paralyze another MMer.
And there's dancing, but if the guys are too chicken to ask us, there is a team of reserve firefighters dressed in tux pants and suspenders but no shirts and they'll ask us girls to dance if nobody else will. But just to make it fair ... while we're dancing with the studs, there will be a silver pole where hot babes will hook one knee around and spin dizzily until they fall off upside-down and the MM guys can see up their skirts and wink and nudge each other.
And the food is to die for. And it's an open bar. And there's a champagne fountain AND ... of course ... a chocolate fountain!!! And all around the base of the two fountains are champagne flutes and bowls brimming with fresh fruit, particularly strawberries because they're the sexiest fruit to feed another. (Another PERSON. Not like, your dog or hamster.)
Oh, and there's lots of whipped cream for Bambi and Kari!!!
And EVERYONE is nice to one another and the words "drama," "desperate," "jealous" and "attack" are forbidden and if they are used in a sentence, the perpetrator will be chased around until caught and then spanked 10 times. And if we catch anyone sucking face in a closet or under a table, well hidden by the quality linens, we turn a big searchlight on them and tease them until they blush and avoid the MM blogs for a week.
Alright you party animals ..... HAVE AT IT!!!!!
ANYONE FOR KARAOKE? What d'ya wanna sing first?
..... of funny-assed things I saw this weekend:
- a classical pianist in a tux, with a beer belly.
- a lady who ran over a noisy little kid's foot with her walker (on purpose).
- a pigeon with a cigarette butt in its beak.
- a drunk on a bicycle crashing into a full metal waste bin.
- the neighbour's behemoth dog peeing on my front step cuz he loves me.
- a patron in a restaurant getting his head caught in a tablecloth.
- rubbery calamari rings like chewing elastic bands.
- a yarmulke on a snowbank.
- a row of yawning men waiting for their wives at a garden show.
So, do YOU see funny-assed stuff every day or do you just drift through life, one day at a time, hoping bedtime comes soon? LOL
When you REALLY have to visit a public bathroom, (and have absolutely no other choice) you usually find a line of women waiting at the door for the next available empty stall. So you smile politely and take your place at the end of the line, doing the "pee-pee dance" on the spot in desperation. Once it's your turn, you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
Of course, when you get in, you find the door won't lock. But you don't mind holding it closed with your forehead because the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the sanitary, paper "seat covers" is handy, but naturally empty. And you would hang your purse on the door hook, if it wasn't ripped off - so you quickly drape it around your neck, (you wouldn' DARE put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your drawers and assume " The Stance."
In this position, your untoned thigh muscles begin to tremble. You'd love to sit down as if you were at home, but you certainly hadn't had time to wipe the seat or lay seven layers of toilet paper on it, so you hold " The Stance" and grimace with the strain. To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you utter an assortment of expletives.
Your thighs shake more. You remember the tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh, yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up so it won't cut blood circulation to your brain stem).
That and a coffee shop napkin are all you can find and so they'll have to do. You hold the door shut with one hand, hold the bumwad in the other hand and crumple them in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than a ping pong ball.
Suddenly, someone pushes your door open because you forgot the latch doesn't work. The door hits you in the head and you topple backward, desperately grabbing for the wall so your bottom doesn't make any contact with the disease-ridden seat of the toilet.
"SOMEBODY'S IN HERE!" you scream, as you push the door back with your free hand, dropping your precious tissues in the puddle on the floor that your feet are straddling, with your pants at your ankles. (You just KNOW what that puddle is.)
Losing your balance altogether, your bare legs fall back against the ice-cold TOILET SEAT! It is wet, of course. You bolt upright and away, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare skin has made contact with every imaginable virulent, pathogenic life form on the planet, sitting, waiting for you on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper! Not that there was any ANYWAY, even if you had taken time to try!
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet takes its cue to go ahead and flush, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs. The flush is so loud it startles you witless and somehow it sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you've surrendered. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're legs are like rubber from the strain of squatting for so long. You have a permanent groove dug into the back of your neck from your purse strap. You try to wipe up with a gum wrapper and a sales receipt you find in your pocket and then waddle out, nearly being knocked over by the next lady in the line up.
When you finally get over to the sinks, you can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, and there's no liquid soap ANYWAY, so you wash your hands with spit and dry them with a small shopping list left on the water-soaked counter. Then, defeated, you walk past the line of women, still waiting.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out there's a train of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You stop and yank it off and plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her, "Here, you're gonna NEED this."
As you exit, you spot your honey, who has been waiting outside the girls' restroom after using the little boys' room in 15.5 seconds. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so darn long? And why is your purse wrapped around your neck and your hands are all wet?" The snarl you emit tells him NOT to say another word.
This is dedicated to women everywhere who have had to deal with public restrooms (REST??? Yuh gotta be kidding!!). It should finally explain to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other girl can hold your door closed, hang onto your purse for you and hand you Kleenex under the door!
At Christmas time, cls was playing Secret Santa. She emailed me that someone wanted to send me an anonymous gift. Anyone who knows me is aware that I love giving and getting little gifts; not like a $300 ounces of perfume or a Prada bag or a silly little mink jacket ... but like a pretty silver ankle chain or a stone from a faraway place or a small marble Buddha or a seashell with beautiful colours.
So I gave cls my address and before long, I received this small box on my door step. I brought it inside, all excited, and opened it. It was stuffed with tissue paper and I could see there was more than one giftie inside.
The first gift was a small bluebird on a treebranch, made of ceramic. The second was a multi-strand beaded and seashell necklace. The third was a small, powder-blue, suede pouch. It had a sliver magnetic clasp.
Inside was a beautiful ring! It was breath-taking! I don't know who gave it or the other gifts to me, but I want him (or her?) to know I was delighted, like a little kid in a fairy tale. And I wear the ring once in a while, depending on what I'm wearing. I keep it at my bedside because it's so pretty to look at.
Thank you, secret admirer. I'd love to know who you are but I respect your privacy. Just know that I'm as grateful as a child in a candy store! lol
Have any others gotten gifts that were memorable and sweet, or .... maybe NOT that sweet?
I don't hate anyone here. There's nobody here at MM that I even vehemently abhor! I accept you ALL at face value. (Even those I've battled with previously)
- We don't know most of each other.
- We probably will never meet most of each other.
- Our personal lives and affairs have no impact on one anothers' lives until we decide to meet.
- Everyone has their good qualities and their bad. If you hate someone for their one lousy characteristic, then you're overlooking all their goodness. Ok, that sounded kinda sappy. Sorry.
I just really enjoy reading some of your ideas and opinions, and I love to add my slant on things as well once in a while. Anyone who wants to add to my blogs in an amiable way, please feel welcome. I don't want you "silent readers" to feel shy. Join in if you'd like.
We're fortunate to have "Johntest" with us from MM HQ to keep an eye on the blogs and ensure it doesn't become the next "Ablogolypse" like it did at Christmas 2006. This should encourage the quieter MM members to take a chance and contribute to our blogs and share their opinions, ideas, humour and questions ... without fear of repercussion.
The blogs get out of control at times. Many MM bloggers believe we need to follow some sort of guidelines based on some sort of civility! Please consider these few suggestions when responding to blog or creating a new one.
- When responding to a comment you don't like, TRY to avoid cheap shots!
- It's not fair, hitting below the belt!
- It's wrong to kick other members when they're already down!
- Insults like "dyke" or "needle-dick" are immoral. If you can't come back with an intelligent rebuttal then no one wants to read your more vicious remarks and they aren't funny to anyone but you!
But, try as we may to keep these blogs "conversational," some will still resort to unprovoked attacks and abuse. You can brush it off or consider that it won't stop if you let it go on. The only way to eliminate bad behaviour from grown adults who have no valid opinions and so resort to dirty name-calling and sexual slurs is to nip it in the bud THE MINUTE IT HAPPENS!
I encourage all of MM members to have ZERO TOLERANCE for:
1. name-calling by members and newbies. Report the abuse.
2. personal slurs against one member who simply disagreed with the rest. Report the abuse.
3. sweeping generalizations made, disguised to embarass a specific member. Report that and get it stricken!
4. threats, challenges to fight and other similar stupidity. Report that!
5. lying about another member to the whole community to pull more supporters to THEIR side. Report that!
6. encouraging ludicrous action such as net searching the backgrounds of other members when this is a dating/cyber-meeting site, NOT the CIA employment office!
MM posts this message in red lettering above every "New Blog" text window:
"Warning: Any offensive or slanderous blog messages will be removed without notice. If your blog causes many complaints from other users, we reserve the right to remove it."
It's not an unreasonable rule! I want newbies and trolls to know if they think they can just charge onto the blogs and start shooting their mouths off about people they don't even know, they're gonna get snitched on!
NO MORE BLOGS LIKE "DITZ," "I FEEL SORRY FOR PUFFY LIPS" OR "DYSLEXIA AND NASCARBONER."
IT'S MEAN!!!! Crap you wouldn't be proud of letting your parents know you posted do NOT belong here! I also want regulars to know that the minute they start calling ME names, their post will be reported!
I'm certain MM will heed its own warning and remove offending posts because I don't think it wants to get the reputation that: "The more money you give MM, the more you can get away with abusing other MM members."
Hit that report abuse button, people, the minute you are attacked (not simply argued with, but ATTACKED)and let MM decide if the post is abusing the guidelines of civilized behavior.
"REPORT ABUSE" if someone makes disgusting or discriminatory remarks to you or if you see another member being slandered. Don't ALLOW it to happen to you without protesting, and don't allow it to happen to anybody else. We should stick up for ourselves and stick up for others.
And happy blogging. (That's a dumb word, isn't it?) LOL
How can you tell if an MM member you might be interested in is a troll or for real? How can you tell them apart? I will attempt to provide a few answers I can think of now, and we can build on the tutorial later. K?
HOW CAN YOU TELL IF SOMEONE'S REAL?
- they usually post more than one photo that doesn't appear to be cut out of a magazine, maybe some pics with friends, in front of a tourist hotspot, playing in the ocean and a couple of close up shots.
- they fill out their dating questions.
- they write something intelligent in their profile.
- they don't mess around by saying they're 100 or live in Timbuktu (unless they are, and they do!)
- they have other MM members who will vouch for them because they met. If someone YOU know, knows somebody else because they honestly met face to face, they're probably real unless you don't trust the person YOU know. .... Uh huh.
How can you make sure a member is real? Well, when MM won't let you email someone your alternate email address or phone number, I don't know how they expect us to ever get together, but luckily we are smart and crafty little bloggers and we ... manage. If you can get a member's email address and phone number, that's a good start. But even THAT has been proven slightly unreliable.
Best thing to do is either meet the object of your ardor face to face OR meet on webcam! Cams cost $5 or $10 and if the animated face on the cam looks the same as the inert face in the photos .... I don't think you can fake that.
HOW TO TELL IF THEY'RE A TROLL?
I don't want to give that away and make it easier for the trolls, but rest assured, if a troll comes on the blogs and starts showing the tell-tale signs that veteran bloggers know to look for ... sooner or later, someone will yell TROLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I will leave it to my distinguised (and some NOT that really, very distinguised!) colleagues to add their theories on how to spot a "real" or a troll.
Do they teach you in school or at home or in church how to have sex and make your partner really satisfied? No.
Do they teach you in school or at home or in church how to fight off a mugger or a swarm of punks? No.
Do they teach you how to handle unmanageable co-workers and egotistical, anal bosses? Do they teach you how to go out and find the love of your life or how to avoid gold-diggers, horn-dogs, fetishists, scammers, nutjobs, sadists, fellons or axe murderers? No!
So where do you learn? You can really only learn three ways:
- from experience,
- from reading about it or
- from listening to people who have experienced it themselves.
Other than that, there aren't a heck of a lot of options available. If they DON'T teach it in school, at home, church, in magazine articles, on TV or from your friends ... are YOU AN IDIOT?
They also don't teach us what to do if there's a chemical fire or if a souffle implodes or if your PC crashes or your child's pet frog is sick. Nobody teaches us how to perform an emergency trachiotomy, so if someone were to collapse with an obstructed airway some day, right in front of you, and you didn't know what to do, and they died ... are you responsible? Are you an idiot? Do you deserve a harsh reprimand for your failing. No.
Nobody wakes up one morning knowing exactly what to do on an online date site. They don't teach you to watch out for anything specific, or how to tell who is real and who is scamming you. Nobody knows how it works exactly and we can only go by our limited instincts and .... our hearts.
The reason I'm writing this is because I don't want ANYONE to feel like an idiot or even SAY they are foolish or stupid because they didn't see the future in brilliant detail until it became an unfortunate past. I don't want the men to think they should "know better" in matters of cyber-romance. I don't want women to feel they are vulnerable unless they get "Web smart." What is that? How do you learn that?
Geez, half the world is still learning how to USE a computer! How can we be expected to be their trailblazers? We can't. Being scammed by someone on the Web is as random and coincidental as having your identity stolen or getting your car stolen. You can't be expected to know all ways of avoiding ALL negative experiences! And you aren't stupid because something bad happens to you.
If anything, you're someone who lived through it and can help someone else avoid going through the same thing. There is no shame in misfortune. Some sh*t just happens. Don't let the experience jade you. Wear your hard-earned knowledge as a badge of survival and use it when it's needed for your future and for others.'
Because nobody teaches you that.
I want the "Silent Men" out there, of which I've been told number in the thousands, to know that I have a character they can count on:
I'm loyal. Never was that more evident than on these blogs. Even sight unseen, until you give me reason NOT to trust you, I will NOT backstab you, NOT gossip behind your back about anything I wouldn't say to your face, and I will NOT BE coerced, solicited, blackmailed or bullied into changing my mind about that. I value friendships and loathe tyranny.
I'm honest. If I don't like you, you know it. You never have to wonder if I'm flattering you one minute and plunging the breadknife between your shoulder-blades the next.
I'm forgiving. If you piss me off, I WILL hate you. But I'm never opposed to burying the hatchet for the sake of peace. But I only extend my hand once. Halfway. The rest is up to you.
I HATE fighting and arguing. If I differ with you on a topic, I will try a few times to get you to see my side. After that, to hell with it. It's not worth it. THIS DOES NOT MEAN I WILL NOT DEFEND MYSELF FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES!
I'm not an a$$-kisser. I don't need to be part of a group. I don't need to lick boots to be liked. I like myself fine, thank you. I don't think I'm better than others but I don't think I'm lower. The Pope would not intimidate me.
I'm fair. I believe in giving everybody a shot, I'll listen to other POV's, I'll give the benefit of the doubt and I'll give both sides equity in debating an argument. BUT I WON'T LET ANYONE WALK ALL OVER ME.
I can't think of anything else at the moment. But I wanted to describe these characteristics of mine so that you'll know, if the kind of woman you're looking for is strong, honest, loyal, fair, forgiving, relatively humble and NOT a wallflower, then you need look no further. I'm here.
I think a moderator for the blogs would be a good idea. Not someone who will wield authority and push their power all over everybody, but someone who can be neutral and follow a set of guidelines to ensure everyone respects each other and if they don't ... remain silent about it or get booted.
What is your take on the idea of a moderator?
T'is the season to say that!
So, I'd like to say ...BE MY VALLENTINE to:
and, ever the optimist ...
This list is all the real people I know or are acquainted with on MM. My apologies if I missed any of you. Any whom I don't know, (yet) are invited to post on my blogs ANY time. :)
I want to know which list you belong on:
1). Katie's Mates Still
2). Not Katie's Mates Anymore
... so that I won't post on the blogs of those who are not going to appreciate it or worse, will delete it later because of past differences, actual or imagined, that have split this camp into "Free-thinkers" as opposed to "Closed-minded Protesters."
I just want to save us all some bother. Please write back and tell me which group you are "allowed" to be in so I won't waste my time and yours posting to you if you aren't permitted to "like" me. Thanks a bunch!
Note: all those who choose to be in the Katie's Mate group will receive a free key chain and a monthly newsletter entitled "Pushing Buttons - How to Skate Through It!" Act now! Limited supplies.
Men are more savvy about this stuff, I think, because they love "toys" but if I could have anything else besides an iPod Shuffle ... it would be a cool little 10 seater theatre in my condo. (First I'd have to get the condo). lol :)
Ideally having a mini IMAX theatre would be the best but surround sound would be essential, hi-def, and then, while someone electronically-proficient was installing the electronicky things, I would turn my attention to the interior decorating of the theatre.
Comfy, upholstered seats, drink and popcorn holders on the arms. A real popcorn machine would waft the smell of real popcorn around the room and maybe I'd space the seats far enough away from each other that each seat could pull out into a recliner.
BUT!!! I'm sure you all have electronic toys or even appliances that you'd love to have ... if money were no object!
I'm no saint (pardon the grammar). I have a temper, I have a memory like a sock with a hole in the toe sometimes. I have foot-in-mouth disease on occasion and say things that don't come out particularly flattering or positive. But the temper never lasts long, I get over the amnesia eventually and I'm terribly remoreseful when I discovered I've said something I shouldn't have.
Because of my flaws though, I look the other way once in a while when others exhibit the same "anomolies." I know I'm not always called on my indiscretions either, for which I am grateful. lol And when I am made aware of my being wrong, I HAVE apologized and tried to make amends.
I guess what I'm getting at is, I want the future man in my life, (if he's here) to know I can stand up for myself, but I'm not a shrew. I speak my mind but usually try to inject a bit of humour into it. I care about people and have enough confidence in my ability to sense the good in others, real or unreal, that not many people pull the wool over my eyes.
But even if someone did trick me into believing them when they aren't being sincere ... so what? I'm no big challenge! What satisfaction would there be in trying to pull my leg? It doesn't indicate a clever mind, if they succeed. It justs proves they're a liar. It doesn't prove anyone's smarter than me; it just proves I trusted them! What it also proves is ... some people who try to come back here as altered personalities have too much time on their hands! LOL
I get winks all the time. Sometimes they're legitimate but sometimes I KNOW ... it's just someone trying to charm me into corresponding with them so they can prove they're good at impersonating a real man. Even if they're a faker on the blogs, the easiest to pick out are the ignorant jerks who malign others. It's very rare that a new person comes on the scene without knowing the tolerance level of the other members, and starts slinging mud. The mud-slingers are often former members who got their butts kicked out before and are back under false pretenses to get even. Again ... I repeat ... they have TOO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS! LOL
But, just to let any man of mine know ... I'm interesting, funny, I have diverse opinions, I've made it clear on the blogs that I'm sexy and sensual, (if that offends some MM women, that's okay cuz I'm not after them) lol and my parameters for MY "perfect man" are long and wide.
I'm not a saint ... but I'm an excellent catch. lol
.... should we quit it?
A month or so ago, I looked at the photos in my album and thought, "These pics do NOT say I'm sensuous in any way! Why would a man look twice at my profile unless he's looking for a business associate or an art instructor????"
He certainly wouldn't have read "sex kitten" in my profile and if I'm trying to find a man, and not a library buddy or something, I figured I'd better spice up my profile a whole lot! Hence, the newer pics I like to call my "Red Satin" phase. LOL
I don't know if the men noticed them, but I felt they (the pics) were getting the message across that I wanted to convey, without taking all my clothes off and laying filmy, flowery gauze fabric over my nekid self a la Alexiaa. Only Alexia could pull that off anyway.
But there's a lady on the blogs here who feels we've crossed the line of good taste in some of our posts and I wanted to acknowledge that I'm aware of her concerns. Some of our comments ARE a little cheeky, but the way I see it, the MM man who would be offended by the bordering-on-lewd remarks is probably a little too uptight for my preferences. And I'm not overly concerned about what the MM girls feel cuz I'm not looking to date any of them! lol
Still, I'd be interested in knowing if, when we post suggestive, erotic commentaries ... are the men turned off by it? Should we curb our vixen ways and tone down the "porn?"
Would the men go elsewhere for their "sex fix" if we stuck to neutral topics? Would they all more likely respect us better in the morning if we acted more like "ladies?"
Rest assured, I'm not telling anyone what to do here! I just want to know if the gentlemen on MM are a trifle squeamish when we get "frisky" in our posts OR ... if they're okay with it.
I'm not asking, "Do you want us to keep titillating you with naughty innunendo!" I'm asking, "Do you fellows exclude us from the dating pool if we expose a bit of our inner skanktress?"
I also wonder if some of the women feel cheapened by some other women's off-colour words. Do you feel lumped in with the rest of the teasers? I know SOME of you don't give a care! But, just wonderin' .....
From time to time bloggers complain about the syrupy compliments women members give others, along with kisses and hugs and wishes of love and friendship. But some people are just naturally sweet and welcoming, accepting others at face value and making friends easily and willingly.
My neighbours have people over to their house all the time. The kitchen is always busy with two or more people who don't ordinarily live there. Marjorie, the home-owner, is from Newfoundland, a Canadian province well known for it's hospitality and home-grown friendliness. Marjorie would hug you as much as look at you; she's just a loving girl. Her husband, Bill, is not as huggy/kissy but will tell a stranger to pull up a chair and have a beer any time.
Being friendly and complimentary isn't a flaw, and it isn't phoney. Some people are just like that. When you think about it, it's a heck of a lot nicer to have someone saying something nice about you in a public forum than it is to pop into a blog and find that some jerk has insulted you for no good reason!
So letting everyone know you're nauseated by sappy sentiments, and that flowery dispositions make you want to hurl is kind of a lost cause. People who derive pleasure by being extremely positive and caring toward others and letting everybody know it are not going to go away just because the negative people are all "snitty" about it.
So, on that note, I invite you all to just live with the sugar, while I end by saying, "luv ya all, kiss kiss, hug hug, you cute little buggars you .... and have a great, wonderful, lovey, nice day!"
The hybrid car show is in Toronto and I heard on the radio today the question:
"If money was no object, what kind of car would you like to buy yourself?"
Well, you may think I'm nuts, but all I want is a little red Pontiac Solstice.
But I'm sure all of you have your own fave carS or two you'd buy in a minute if you could afford whatever you wanted.
So, what are they?