now might be a good time to take a comprehensive look into what drives the male mind;)
although after the last three posts, i shan't have to dig too deeply
Woman, where do you get your vocabulary? And please refrain from making insubstantiated interpretations of my only-too-honorable intentions above. Having seen MooMan's egregiously profligate attempt at avatarial seduction, I was only instructing him to be polite in case there were other "middle-aged" men who had faster reflexes.
Moi, of course, am above such things. At my age, the only hope I have of instantiating a romantic fantasy is that Sophia Loren decides to visit Houston, Texas, and her walker breaks down just as I approach her in my expensive wheelchair (with real Corinthian leather), and use the opportunity to offer her a ride in my lap until such time as her walker is repaired. [sigh]
But speaking of observances of the female-kind, what is it with women and their boobs? I think it fair to conclude that all American females at or above the age of puberty are well aware of MMO (male mammary obsession). And for us poor males to blatantly look, ogle or stare at them can only exact a humilating retribution, especially in public. Or worse yet, to acknowledge the very existence of the 'goods' being purveyed, like -- "hello, there! I just want to say what a lovely pair of breasts you have. What are their names?" -- is to invite a virtually assurred night in the pokey, or in the emergency room.
And yet, you strumpet provocateurs put them out on display like a brace of pouting pigeons for sale at a Turkish bazaar! What's up with that?!?!
Not that I'm complaining, of course!