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.My apologies, I haven't posted about I "welcomed in" on, I haven't felt well - even today
Easing into it, some observations:
Some months ago a female friend had occasion to spontaniously bleed profusely from a lesion on her lower lip...
She was sitting down, blood accumulating in a pool between her feet. I was applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
Another woman approached to comiserate, saw the shoes on either side of the lake of blood, then gushed." Where did you get those shoes?".
With all that blood everywhere, they both carried on about shoes, with the paper towels I was holding to the woman's lip bouncing up and down. I don't get it.
Recently I heard that women judge men by their footwear.
Today, I asked a woman I never met before, based on the revelation that she previously sold shoes, do women judge men on their shoes? She affirmed the notion.
For me, the only notice I have taken to footwear is if I have seen someone wearing boots which seem to be aligned with my life long trades, unless it's glaring footwear, like knock your eyes out brightness, completely worn out, or wildly different or greatly inappropriate for the task or ocassion at hand.
I don't care and I don't get it. It's incomprehensable to me like basing a relationship on whether the toilet seat is up or down. I look before I plant, don't see the difficulty.
Perhaps more important, illustrated by the following joke:
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This dirt poor trailer park dwelling Texan worked hard at an honest living. He had a battered old hat and old cowbow boots which were worn down on the heels and were next to bursting his toes out the front and he was determined to replace them both.
The man scrimped and saved his pennies for a long time and was finally able to spend some bucks on a brand new pair of Tony Llama boots.
Casting his old boots in the dumpster outside of the bootery, he rushed home wearing his gleaming new footwear.
When he entered his humble mobile domain, his wife was engrossed in a crossword puzzle. Exitably saying "do you see anything new?"
She glanced up and said "no, it's the same old you" and went back to her crossword puzzle.
That ticked off the husband, who went into the single bedroom, removed all his clothes except for his new boots and battered old hat and returned to the "living room."
He said "do you see anything new now?' She glanced up, said "Same old you, it's hanging down like always" and went back to her puzzle The man said "it's looking at my new boots!"
The wife stood straight up, casting her crossword puzzle to the side, and yelled, "you should've bought a new hat!!!"
Easing into it, some observations:
Some months ago a female friend had occasion to spontaniously bleed profusely from a lesion on her lower lip...
She was sitting down, blood accumulating in a pool between her feet. I was applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
Another woman approached to comiserate, saw the shoes on either side of the lake of blood, then gushed." Where did you get those shoes?".
With all that blood everywhere, they both carried on about shoes, with the paper towels I was holding to the woman's lip bouncing up and down. I don't get it.
Recently I heard that women judge men by their footwear.
Today, I asked a woman I never met before, based on the revelation that she previously sold shoes, do women judge men on their shoes? She affirmed the notion.
For me, the only notice I have taken to footwear is if I have seen someone wearing boots which seem to be aligned with my life long trades, unless it's glaring footwear, like knock your eyes out brightness, completely worn out, or wildly different or greatly inappropriate for the task or ocassion at hand.
I don't care and I don't get it. It's incomprehensable to me like basing a relationship on whether the toilet seat is up or down. I look before I plant, don't see the difficulty.
Perhaps more important, illustrated by the following joke:
.
This dirt poor trailer park dwelling Texan worked hard at an honest living. He had a battered old hat and old cowbow boots which were worn down on the heels and were next to bursting his toes out the front and he was determined to replace them both.
The man scrimped and saved his pennies for a long time and was finally able to spend some bucks on a brand new pair of Tony Llama boots.
Casting his old boots in the dumpster outside of the bootery, he rushed home wearing his gleaming new footwear.
When he entered his humble mobile domain, his wife was engrossed in a crossword puzzle. Exitably saying "do you see anything new?"
She glanced up and said "no, it's the same old you" and went back to her crossword puzzle.
That ticked off the husband, who went into the single bedroom, removed all his clothes except for his new boots and battered old hat and returned to the "living room."
He said "do you see anything new now?' She glanced up, said "Same old you, it's hanging down like always" and went back to her puzzle The man said "it's looking at my new boots!"
The wife stood straight up, casting her crossword puzzle to the side, and yelled, "you should've bought a new hat!!!"
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