Monday, February 7, 2011

Over Automated

So I have a simple question...do we really need a car that tells us as soon as we get in it what the world thinks of us through Facebook??

I don't understand our world anymore!!  I like seeing someone face on an airplane as we have a conversation and I realize she is the sweetest person I have met in a long time.  I think there is something to be sad for the anticipation of a phone call, or and e-mail, or god forbid...a letter or card!!

Direct human interaction is an endangered species!!

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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Hostess with The Mostess

There is no better food than the Hostess Powdered donettes!!  This is a food group unto itself, and a food group that I went away from for a very long time.  I do not know why!!

Thank you again for getting this far with me...even though this one wasn't actually very far.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Hiatus

For those that have wondered, I have done six rather large paintings this winter, been working and coaching, so had to stop writing for a while.  I now have painters block, as a large, very large, canvas sits on the easel, so away we go here again.

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Clarification

Awoke early feeling the need to clarify what I wrote last night, even though I never even read what I write.

I am attracted to women, always have been always will be.  For the most part I am disgusted and embarrassed by what asses most men make of themselves, and oh by the way, I have always been and will always be a one woman man, and would love to be off the market soon Stanford!!

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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Saying It Out Loud

I can no longer tell a lie, I like women!!  Always have, always will.  When I was younger I used to get in trouble at the beach because my cousin and I, rest in peace Ant, used to peek over the divider at the cabana at the "older" women showering.  My guess would be that older then was anyone with breasts.

There is an unbelievable irony to what I am writing, for two reasons, one, every man on the planet, heterosexual man on the planet, likes women from 18 to 38, for some 48, and it does not change.  The younger the guy the lower the top part of the range is, and most men try to put this off, or won't admit it, but it is true of all.  I just say it out loud because I have never hidden anything about myself from anyone.  Two, I can't stand the way most men are today.  The way they act, the way they treat women, the fact that 98 % of the men on the planet do not know how to flush a toilet!!

I don't drink, don't smoke, try very hard not to swear in front of women, open doors, all the things I was taught growing up, and yet somehow being honest about the basic human biological, and visual, fact that I am attracted to women gets me in trouble.  Oh by the way, add to that that I do believe in basic social courtesies, like saying hello, asking someone how they day is, and so on.  What is funny is that when I say to a 60 or 70 year old man "how are you today young man," and give him a smile and try to lighten his day, nobody cares.  If I am in my coaching attire and offer young kids a high five nobody seems to care.  Do the same thing with a woman of the "wrong" age and I am "creeping" on them.  Horeshit!!

I like women.  I am glad I do.  I don't like how much trouble they have caused me in life, but other than that I like the way they look, I like the way they smell, I like it when they are a little crazy, and I do not see anything wrong with that, and so I am saying it out loud!!  I no longer care if society thinks it OK.

Thank you again for getting this far with me,

Friday, January 28, 2011

I'm Back

What Now

She is out there
I have come face to face with my future
She is interesting and interested
Sweet and sexy
Smart, talented, and funny
I have looked her in the eyes and didn't want to stop
An e-mail was sent
Flowers in blue
A hand written note from the heart
There is a slight pang of hopefulness
There is a sad ache of a passed moment
I would ask tomorrow with no reservations
Nothing but joy
What now

LLG