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To all ye maidens of fair Cork City
I know full well that ye are pretty.
Such noble heads and delicate toes!
And to ye all I present a rose.

Truth to tell there is a lass in Bandon;
who I regret to say I did abandon.
So, to all the pretty girls of Erin,
my roses I’ll not be sparin’.

But if Ireland be so finely arrayed,
then why not the rest of the world?
So, let the banner of love be unfurled,
and to all the women roses be hurled.

From time-to-time photos of a woman in uniform turns up on CS. That excites me... doesn't it excite you? Take for example, new member 46 year old Sargent Joanne from California. I find it amazing as her profile shows four-star General Ann Elizabeth Dunwoody who was the first woman to become a four-star general back in 2008. Some people say women cannot do a man's job, but when it comes to the military, Ann is retired now and celebrated her 70 birthday this month.
Congrats...



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Or so they say, paraphrased. But being handy as a man, and as a member of the mightier sex, continues to fascinate and to draw, it seems. Women sometimes even specify it on profiles. As many handy males will understand, there's a special brand of anxiety induced whenever we Y chromosome sorts enter a traditionally masculine environment, where interactions formerly involved the technologically more savvy sex, but in today's PC world, we may sometimes have to face a little girlie. Case in point, yesterday, while helping a lady friend replace a low beam drive lamp on her Honda Pilot, the wench at the parts counter got me the wrong part. Sadly, not the only such vexation. A bit into the PITA job, I had to return, this time insisting on help from a member of the smarter gender of the race. And here in blogs, we sometimes read how bemoaned is the emasculation of Western males, vis a' vis the putative hardier brand of mates from down under, mostly drunken knuckle draggers themselves, when the driving force behind the alleged neutering were the females themselves. Quaint, disturbing, disingenuous and rather rich. The AH man Dooser.

I smiled for true at times …. but i really remember one this time…..Day was Saturday and i had to buy grocery items for the week. (you know i hated that)

It was cold that day ,was raining in slight bits but winds were sledging through the chest, that moment I was eating in a restaurant my fav. fillet-o-fish sandwich with no ketch-up … all alone ( though restaurant was full with people)

suddenly my eyes wandered outside the glass. … saw a lady in short skirt …. bare legs…. sharp features and figure that can get anybody’s attention towards ……BUT some newspapers in hands….

I was curious ….. “newspapers are free then y the hell she is selling them” …. i finished the sandwich meanwhile. wore the jacket…zipped it and got out of the restaurant having a shelter of MIRGOS bag which saved my hair from getting wet (i get cold quite easily :)

More i got nearer to her …more the beauty of that lady captured my eyes. INTENTIONALLY ,not making her realized the fact that i gazed her,i passed by her and got her jingle-like sound in ears
“Bonjour Monseiur! acheter le journal ?? ” (Goood day sir! Will u buy the newspaper)

“Vous fera combien demande? (How much u demand? my curiosity pushed me further)

She said :Autant que vous voulez (as much as u like)
i said : 2 francs …..
and the look on her face was a story in itself …. Nobody actually purchased the news paper so far…. and how long she has been there ,ALLAH knows only.

I gave her the coin of two francs and she said
Merci monsieur ….

i moved ahead a couple of yards…. and suddenly came back… said her in english … “Give me those two francs back”
her smile left the same silence on her face as if a train with 100 Miles/Hour passes through a small station and then a silence prevails for a while.

She said nothing and returned the coin to me and turned the face as if nothing happened…. (said thanks too … weird na )

I took the coin and kept in my pocket … but it took me less than 10 seconds to find another coin of 5 francs amount …

I called … Excuze moi madame …. she turned the back with a gesture as if she thought i was gone …. I moved ahead and gave her that 5 franc coin

and she took that with a fear as if i am getting my hand back if she touched the coin
but i said “take it ..it’s urz now”

this time i could see some moisture in her eyes. but with a MONALISA smile (i used here “monalisa” purposely )

then she told me in broken english….. “My baby is hungry and i am too, for night i have nothing”
but with broken smile which made me familiar with the definition of DIGNITY in another way.

I turned back moved a couple of steps ahead and again that jingle-like sound sailed through my ears…..

“Merci monsieur ….”

I turned my head and waved her and walked towards the subway station to catch the metro-train but this time i didn’t have that MIGROS bag on my head and i knew i am going to sneeze that whole night …. but a Smile that i can say TRUE one accompanied me for a while

i agreed you all for your last comments , i got the the point women are not complicated but girls are must........ i think now you mostly will agree

Ive always thought Im not the kind of person that actually needs people around to be ok... but I have been feeling that something is missing...

And what could that be? I love my life... Im married to the man of my dreams...I have a wonderful kid...they do love each other and me :D

But yes...I do feel lonely... I havent had an honest conversation with someone I care -besides hubby and kid- about life and random stuff...

I miss my friends people... thats what is missing...

The girls!... friends for over 20 years now... shared and lived so much together...


Damn I miss those women.
I wanna go out for some drinks...talk about life... tell them I miss them and that despite my happiness... I need them...

But I cant do anything about that, and that feels like a bit of claustrophobia, so to speak.

Just I know I cant do much about that...except waiting until next time I can jump on a plane with family and wohoo!!!

Sighs...

Life abroad and so so far ....its not easy huh...


Anyways,just ranting.

Must be my sunday mood.

Adios

Recently I have been exchanging emails with a chick from Siberia named Lolita. She's a accountant for a plastic window company and she sent me some photos(via e-mail) of her sitting behind her desk and of her and her daughter who has a boyfriend of her own; earlier today she wanted to learn more about me-so I e-mailed her and plan to do so in the morning; so far she made no mention of money in her e-mails to me and that's good and hope it remains this way!

We had a Lovely poetry and Blogs Member Named pinksdejavu
she used to write nice poems in poetry corner and posted in the blogs ,Does somebody know where is she now ?

ANYONE NEAR SALT LAKE CITY THAT WANTS TO GO OUT ON A DATE