tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097827.post1397073222879002299..comments2023-10-03T09:06:37.018-04:00Comments on I am not who I think I am or is I whom?: To change the subject: some serious advice to the lorn of loveCarol Novackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05043226140974797775noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097827.post-49294426096142297022008-10-12T09:45:00.000-04:002008-10-12T09:45:00.000-04:00Why do women overlook men's flab, anyway? I don't...Why do women overlook men's flab, anyway? I don't get it. I "like" men, but I never overlook their fat. Ugh. So I'm wondering why women do, since, because they don't, and I do, it makes me feel less like the woman I strive to be. Well . . . you know what I mean. Middle aged bellies in summer heat. Even iced tea with a sprig of mint on the back deck in the white enameled deck chairs of some otherwise sweet guy's semi-rural paradisiacal home doesn't make it, if his body is equally a blurb for the so-called plenitudes of God. It almost makes me want to pray . . . and DOES make me want to run, when the shirts go open, when the pants come down.Stephen Ellishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04631977938279345258noreply@blogger.com