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I told my friend I would be in to town tomorrow. I need to get a haircut, he needs a few things. Then again, he may ask his sister to take him. In any case I hope to be ready for a call. I couldn't make it today.
I discuss women often. While not exactly the most elegant or even kind in my words my heart is there. Often I am laughing at some of the memories. I don't always tell all. My blog, my memories, my story. Beside there are people who say it much better. When I go to say something soft, I let them sing it for me. Oh, no worries. It won't be heavy metal or even hard rock. I think? Truer words about a woman I have never heard, mostly.
Good night ladies. Dream good dreams, dream big.
Billy Joel was a giver of generally bad advice about women.
ReplyDeleteIn this song he gets the gist of woman correct, but ends up pedestalizing her anyway.
His three divorces don't speak favorably for his practical knowledge of women either.
While you are right you are absolutely wrong. This isn't advice. This is just one of those feelings I get when high on women, estrogen. Sometimes it is just for me, sometimes it is candy to hand out. If you can't see how... game this can be... Verbal adornments, vocal jewelry if you will. Plus, the words, if you read them as wolf, you will... laugh your... never mind. You really aren't confused by this song, are you? You are trying to use algorithms as the real and the real as algorithms, I think. Just my opinion though.
ReplyDeleteAs for alpha though? Three marriages is a minimum if you aren't willing or able to give up your status. While never married, I have been engaged four times. I just didn't lose half my shirt when I strayed and sprayed. Now, is he alpha? I think money and fame can... be a heady substitute. But I really don't know him. Still, in the alpha domain, I would say he is probably doing just fine.
Estrogen intoxication--ah, that explains it.
ReplyDeleteA healthy dose of fresh air is a cure.
Just a little peril?
ReplyDelete"No, it's too per...oh what the heck! You go back inside, we'll wait out here. We'll have Sir Robin's minstrels sing to us to distract us from the sound of your screams, as those lovely dreams tear off their masks and reveal their true nature.
ReplyDeleteWe'll be here to gather up your bones and scraps of armor when they're done."
Tbhht!
Even if they have no masks to remove... I'm telling you...
ReplyDeleteThe other day I wrote about a song, Violet Race and a dream. (I called it Violent Race.) Anyway, in that dream me and a handful of other survivors were heading to a new planet, a new home, with the earth destroyed. What I didn't mention, in the dream, was that there were... say... 20 men... and perhaps 400 women. All... attractive... the women that is, since you are so... worried about peril and all. :p
Why didn't I mention it? Well, while some of the guys were grinning ear to ear, I cracked the numbers. At 20 women per man, at even twice a week per woman... Not even in my prime...