I have a confession — I love women. I love them tall. I love them short. I love them skinny, and I love them plump. Red heads, brunettes, blondes, short hair, long hair, curly or straight, I love them all. They can have milky white skin or deep rich mocha, I just love them. Curves, no curves, it matters not. A young woman, or not so young, they all fascinate me. I do confess I just love women.
Perhaps the previous ramble is objectifying women. Truth is I also love the company of women. I am always amazed that such beautiful, wondrous creatures would have anything to do with the uncouth, self-centered animals that are males. It does make the world go round, nevertheless. One thing I have figured from years of watching men watch women and listening to men talk about women, we men are pigs. Women watch men also, but they generally have the good graces to be discreet about it.
That is my preamble for what happened the other day as I was shopping in JCPenney. I was about to enter a main aisle in the men’s department. Two women stroll by. They are obviously mother and daughter. Continue reading “Busted…”