We´ve all been to one of those 'couples' parties arguably a little inappropriately clad - perhaps a little too much thigh or cleavage, or marketing as I like to call it - where we´ve been given the icies by the wives or baby mothers. But let´s face it, who´s to blame here?
Having children doesn´t mean that one has to go all frump on it; and if one´s husband can´t keep his eyes off my cleavage, well isn´t that just a little message from god telling one to up the anti on the wardrobe and at least splash out on a push up bra?
They say that the titty loses some of it's erotic appeal once it's been used as a life support system for a baby, but one sure way to get your husband's roving eyes off everyone else's cleavage is to draw some attention to your own...even if he´s not the first man to notice, he soon will, and he will no doubt rise to the challenge once he realises that everybody else is copping a look.
Being the only single at a party isn´t an easy ride. It´s hard to come out on top, unless you mean that kind of on top, which certainly is never on the agenda but sometimes the power of the paranoid thought projection from the jealous wives brigade can take its toll.
Whatever way you look at it, you´re fair game. The men all think you must be gagging for it because you´re single, the women all think that you´re there to crack on to their partners - why else would you attend such a drab family event if not for some kind of ulterior motive? Especially when there´s a whole world full of hot young things out there gagging for a ride on a cougar.
Whilst it´s true that the social options are both appealing and in abundance, it´s disheartening to see that some women actually lose their self confidence and ability to see that you´re at their party by choice, not pity. I wouldn´t trade my footloose and fancy-free lifestyle for monogomy (sounds too much like montony to me) for quids. So to think that I might be desperate enough to want their sloppy seconds is a little delusional - perhaps the poor darlings are just trying to reassure themselves that they snared a half decent partner/life/compromise/whatever. Who knows. What these women can´t seem to get their heads around is that not every woman wants a conventional life, some are single by choice and enjoying the true benefits of living in a liberated society. But that needn´t make us all homebreakers.
Alas, it´s true, there are single women out there not only intent, but actually dependant on the fairytale marriage & 2.2 children for their future happiness, who have no qualms in targeting other women´s men. But I´m sure they will be punished and that true happiness will ultimately evade them...remember the ten commandments...thou shalt not covet that which is not thine, thou shalt not commit adultery...the woman who lives and loves life's pleasures should never drink from the cup of her fellow sister. I´d love the think the vast majority don´t. But I don´t know. And if I´m to listen to the male take on this, I´m just further confused.
Women. A complicated species. How can we expect men to love us if we can´t even love and respect ourselves or each other? I´m sure if we all try a little harder we can be happy, secure, fulfilled paragons of women who inspire our fellow sisters to reach great heights of womanly bliss without foul play. Love your sisters ladies! Save your hating for the men, you just might need it one day ;-)
But seriously, ideally, don´t be hating on anybody. God did not make women to be haters, she made us to be lovers. Love on sisters, love on.
Having children doesn´t mean that one has to go all frump on it; and if one´s husband can´t keep his eyes off my cleavage, well isn´t that just a little message from god telling one to up the anti on the wardrobe and at least splash out on a push up bra?
They say that the titty loses some of it's erotic appeal once it's been used as a life support system for a baby, but one sure way to get your husband's roving eyes off everyone else's cleavage is to draw some attention to your own...even if he´s not the first man to notice, he soon will, and he will no doubt rise to the challenge once he realises that everybody else is copping a look.
Being the only single at a party isn´t an easy ride. It´s hard to come out on top, unless you mean that kind of on top, which certainly is never on the agenda but sometimes the power of the paranoid thought projection from the jealous wives brigade can take its toll.
Whatever way you look at it, you´re fair game. The men all think you must be gagging for it because you´re single, the women all think that you´re there to crack on to their partners - why else would you attend such a drab family event if not for some kind of ulterior motive? Especially when there´s a whole world full of hot young things out there gagging for a ride on a cougar.
Whilst it´s true that the social options are both appealing and in abundance, it´s disheartening to see that some women actually lose their self confidence and ability to see that you´re at their party by choice, not pity. I wouldn´t trade my footloose and fancy-free lifestyle for monogomy (sounds too much like montony to me) for quids. So to think that I might be desperate enough to want their sloppy seconds is a little delusional - perhaps the poor darlings are just trying to reassure themselves that they snared a half decent partner/life/compromise/whatever. Who knows. What these women can´t seem to get their heads around is that not every woman wants a conventional life, some are single by choice and enjoying the true benefits of living in a liberated society. But that needn´t make us all homebreakers.
Alas, it´s true, there are single women out there not only intent, but actually dependant on the fairytale marriage & 2.2 children for their future happiness, who have no qualms in targeting other women´s men. But I´m sure they will be punished and that true happiness will ultimately evade them...remember the ten commandments...thou shalt not covet that which is not thine, thou shalt not commit adultery...the woman who lives and loves life's pleasures should never drink from the cup of her fellow sister. I´d love the think the vast majority don´t. But I don´t know. And if I´m to listen to the male take on this, I´m just further confused.
Women. A complicated species. How can we expect men to love us if we can´t even love and respect ourselves or each other? I´m sure if we all try a little harder we can be happy, secure, fulfilled paragons of women who inspire our fellow sisters to reach great heights of womanly bliss without foul play. Love your sisters ladies! Save your hating for the men, you just might need it one day ;-)
But seriously, ideally, don´t be hating on anybody. God did not make women to be haters, she made us to be lovers. Love on sisters, love on.
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