I would be happy to hear from you further, but you do not owe me. Frankly my dear, your last post to me was perfect, all by itself. It brought me not only a smile , but also Billy Joel's song to mind... She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes, She can ruin your faith with her casual lies, ...She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you, ...She's ahead of her time. Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in, She just changes her mind. And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding, But she brings out the best and the worst you can be. Blame it all on yourself cause she's always a woman to me.
That Billy Joel song ... arrrghhh. It makes me hissy and tense, like a cat petted in the wrong direction. I don't mind being fluid and mysterious, and have, on occasion, "changed my mind," but it's a song about a dream, a projection, not a real woman. There may be room for the Siren in the Maiden, but there is little of her in the Mother, or the Healer. Or the Scientist, an often-overlooked female archetype, whose chief joy is .. to count something. *smile*
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Women are fun, but they make for terrible wives. :headscratch: What? Ive myself now.
Do they? *quiet look* Do you think I would make a terrible wife? Would it surprise you greatly to know that I have, for many years now, been a very devoted, content wife? One who finds her husband endlessly interesting, and brilliant, and kind, and still jumps up smiling to hear his key in the door? You'll have to ask him if I'm a "good" wife. Whatever that means.
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Ive been sorta chagrined the past few days. I got what I was looking for (from you, dont be mad, it doesnt make you predictable, just understood)[..]
I did have fun though. Does that make me bad?
I'm not mad. I never begrudge a fencer a good thrust. I admit to some idle curiosity as to what you feel you understand about me, but I don't really need to know.
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but I also got some genuine responses from a couple other ladies, wanting to encourage me, who then got it chucked in their face for their sincere efforts. They didnt deserve that. Being to focused on a goal (not something I need to work on), can cause you to lose sight of the cost of the goal(definitely something I need to work on) .
I agree.
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There was one sentence I had issue with in your post though. I would be very bad at it. Uh Huh. tsk tsk, be honest now, or I wont be able to stay focused on what you do get right.
No, it is quite true. I would be very bad at it.
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By the way, have you met my older, smarter, (but not as good looking) brother Stig? He doesnt say much about himself, and he makes dizzying leaps of literary conceit, but maybe...:heartfelt handclasp: & :pious pose:... he will vouchsafe to give us a brief glimpse into the current happenings of a masculine mind that knows not only the dangers of B&B ...blowfish and bukowski, what is that anyways... some form of bestiality and a bowler played by john goodman???...oh wait that was The BIG Lebowski...so again..... but also the olfactory zest of chitlins. <--- thats for the verbosity of the previous paragraph, not the chitlins. Honestly, Im only slightly teasing my loquacious and pleonastic friend who is blessedly often given to circumlocution and who is able to grasp the wandered meanderings of a female mind given to fanciful and unlikely similitudes.
Of course he was no where to be found when I was unjustly accused of mixing my metaphors. Sheesh. enough sheenanigans.
I have met, or rather read, many of Stigmata's posts, and he does have a lot of interesting, if occasionally elusive, things to say.
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Namaste...is that some sort of pasta, and would that go with a white wine or a red?
