Check her out.
Do women understand the actions over which men have no control? I am thinking here in particular of one thing, although you might have experienced others.
No?
Here's the one I have in mind:
Walking down the street, if an attractive woman passes me going in the opposite direction, I must turn and look at her after we cross. It is physically and mentally Im-Possible for me to not do so. An irresistible force compels my muscles to slow, turn, and check her out from behind as she sails on down the sidewalk.
Pervy, perhaps. But it doesn't feel like that. I sense that the instinct resides deep in my autonomic programming, living happily beside the modules for breathing, heartbeat and blogging. No wonder I prefer cities to the country, and walking to cars.
How can I put this more clearly? I know. Passing a woman on a city street is like a gift, a beautifully packaged shortbread cookie that won't make you fat. It's a treat, a bouquet, a surprise, a puff of perfume with no downside.
A simple daily wonder.
Picture from here. [link]
Later edit: Photo REALLY from here. [link]
15 comments:
Nice work, Wombat. You're so right here. Loving the new look by the way. Also, I see you're having problems getting your header to look central...I had that too. You can sort that with a bit of work on photoshop and a bit of work in your HTML. http://plentymorefishoutofwater.blogspot.com/
To be honest we do it too if we see an attractive man but we are subtle! Women can look in about five seconds men have to spend minutes leering.
Kate xx
http://secretofficeconfessions.blogspot.com
Ha! That print! I've had it hanging somewhere in my home(s) since 1990 or so. "An American Girl in Italy," Ruth Orkin, 1951. This photo was not staged -- it was Ruth's friend Jinx Allen, and the mens' positions and expressions are real. Ruth and Jinx were walking through the streets of Florence that day, trying to capture what Italy was "really like."
You're certainly putting up compelling images to emphasize your thoughts, Wombat!
And apparently I need to empty my head of excess trivia. Brilliant photo, nevertheless.
Oh, and re: gazing at a fine woman on the street, what could be better? I mean, catcalls aside.
P.S. - Wombat, I just noticed the new K&B banner image: nice. I was thinking maybe it was time for a change and bit of renovation around here, so more power to you...
Thanks, PMFOOW. That song "Here she comes, just-a walkin' down the street, singing....." keeps elbowing its way into my head.
What's that all about then?
I know you do, Kate. *wink*
Leering is so coarse.
You could knock me down with a cat's whisker, Martian. How cool that you not only have and admire the print daily, but know the G+D history of it too!
Jinx: I heart thee. How I'd love to share an absinthe with her and Ruth and chat about that day in Florence.
Sometimes I get the pics right, and sometimes not. But thank-you. I like to think they're complementary to the words.
Yep, a small renovation that's opened the door and let a bunch of fresh air in. All that blue moodiness and hand-holding was getting on my tits.
Ditto on all points, Wombat. I laughed out loud (for real, not like a texting internet teenager (heh, a TIT)) when I saw that you'd used that photo!
You might be interested in this, which is no substitute for mind-altering drinks with the two lovely ladies in question, but it at least gives a bit of insight into that day 49 years ago...
"All that blue moodiness and hand-holding was getting on my tits"
LMAO Wombat. It was getting on mine for months now and was wondering whats the best way to broach it. But thank heavens.
PS: You need some Photoshop work done, mail me. I will gladly do it gratis. Yup, thats right. You can outsource almost anything to India now.
I agree with Kate. We do it too, and other things besides, but we are less likely to get caught. Or perhaps it is that men are less likely to call us out for it :)
And..can I get in on the Absinthe action?? A new bar has opened up in Sydney...
Women do the same thing with an attractive man. Like sinfully delicious, calorie free chocolate.
Waiting for the morning train in London with all the finance boys in their tightly tailored suits and italian shoes *la sigh*
Love the blog!
Love it Martian. All day today I've been LOLing at TITs. I have been paying homage to Lord Commerce at the mall, you see, which is chock-full of them. TITs. And those other things, too.
Not sure why but your link didn't work.
Rax, in future please let me know what you think! One of us pissed off is not good, but two! And it was all so easily avoided, if not for my procrastination. Which, I'm sure, was brought on by all that blueness.
Thanks for the offer of PS work. I am truly grateful. We're okay for now I think. Aren't we?
Oooh, really, Belle? Absinthe in Sydney? Oh la la! Let's all get together there for a night out. How does one describe an evening of absinthe-ing I wonder?
Yes, Nitebyrd, we're like delicious sinful cal-free choc. I think I'm going to print that on a business card and hand it out.
Oh, c'mon. I might get some takers.
Ah, you know Doc, I'm starting to get a grip on this concept that women really do check men out. But I so very rarely notice women doing it. (Not they they'd look at me, but because I have my eyes open observing such things all the time.)
Thanks for the nice feedback! Welcome, I hope you return.
Well crap. So much for technology.
http://www.orkinphoto.com/american_girl.php
Man, is that a great site.
Thanks, Martian.
What a wonderful photo and piece of writing, Wombat! It made me smile. And, darlin', if you're ever in Atlanta and pass a green-eyed, red-headed Southern Belle on the street, it just might be me...and I'd like to think you would turn around for a second look. ;-)
Love your blog, sugar.
Ms Sassy, you know I would, Sugar. I might be from the South(ern Hemisphere) but a (real) Southern Belle will always turn my head.
Thanks for the nice words. You're a honey to take the time to say so.
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