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Men in Tights!

What is it about men and stockings?

Not men wearing stockings, but men wanting women to wear stockings.

Is it because it reminds them of the stereotypical French Maid, and pre-conceived ideas of women of that ilk? Or is it because they think it gives them easier access?

Not to put a damper on things boys, but they are uncomfortable.

In my case I always have to buy large or extra-large stockings, due to leg length (yes, I have actually got legs longer than Julia Roberts and I am shorter than her!), which means width-wise they would fit an elephant, and so I achieve a very sexy Nora Batty look, i.e., wrinkly round the ankles! ūüėČ

Similarly, who in their right mind would want to faff¬†about with suspender belts? Clasping the front ones on are fine – if the little suckers actually go through the hole they are supposed to. But don’t even get me started on the back ones, you try to¬†line them up centre back, clasp them, only to find they are clasped somewhere around your hip bone. Grrrrrr

I suppose that’s why hold-ups were invented.

Again, great idea, but what happens when the ‘sort-of’ sticky bit at the top of your hold-up decides it really isn’t going to stick? There you are walking down the street, or round the office and suddenly ….OOPS … you’ve got a hold-up round your ankle. What’s a girl to do? Casually reach down and pull the offending article back up, or make a dash to the nearest convenience? It rates up there with leaving the ladies with your skirt tucked in!

To be fair, I did wear hold-ups when I was pregnant, for the simple fact tights were uncomfortable over the bump!

On a comfort scale stockings and suspenders rate right up there with thongs. Thank you all the same but I prefer not to walk around with dental floss up my backside and giving myself bruises every time I sit down due to the suspender clasps digging into my thighs.

Don’t get me wrong, suspenders are great if you’re having a night in!!!! ūüėČ

But please, on a night out when I’m all dressed up, please let me be comfortable rather than spending the evening fiddling with what may look like my backside but is in fact the suspender belt, which is driving me crazy!!!

If you really think they’re sexy, please feel free to try them out for yourselves. Who knows, you may find it liberating!

I know several men who have no problems wearing them, and damn it, have great legs into the bargain. But you may just find out what an absolute pain in the rear end they are!!

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Top 5 Assumptions People make about Me

Top 5 assumptions people make about me:

  1. I’m a single mum, so I must be easy – this is soooo¬†not the case. As I pointed out before being a single mum was not a career choice, I would prefer to be in the stereotypical normal loving relationship with 2.4 children. I’m not, but this does not make me easy. In fact in my 40 years on this planet I have slept with 5 guys – that’s it. Just 5! Does that make me easy, when young women these days seem to be sleeping with a different man every weekend? I have kissed a lot more. Oh yes, way more, BUT I would like to stress that it was only kissing, nothing went any further than that. But I have only slept with 5 – first time I was 21, 2nd was¬†somewhere in my mid-20s, 3rd was my first love (that’s right I didn’t sleep with him when I first went out with him, it was about the 4th attempt of being together (complete disaster)), 4th was Mr Wrong No 1 and 5th was Mr Wrong No. 2. If it happens that I meet a nice, handsome guy it will only happen if and when it feels right. It will mean everything, not nothing. And be special!
  2. I’m an idiot – they don’t think I’m dumb, but they just don’t think I’m very bright ūüėČ I feel it’s easier to let them think this. Saves a lot of hassle in the long run. I’m not. I know my own mind, have my own opinions and can, at times, be very blunt. I will call a spade a spade!
  3. They think I’m something I’m not – Rita Hayworth¬†always said that people went to bed with Gilda, but woke up with her and were disappointed. A lot of people think this way about me. Not, obviously, because I anyway near resemble that beautiful lady, but most of the parts I have played on stage (locally, I hasten to add, I’m not Angelina Jolie in disguise) have been strong, sexy, vampish types. I am not like this at all.¬† I am very shy around people I do not know, especially in social situations. I open up only when I feel safe and comfortable in someone’s company. I was bullied at school, and have been squashed like a cabbage leaf to such an extent that any spark I had vanished. It has only just started coming back. I am happy in my own mind, I am at peace with my life and I look forward to whatever chance throws my way But I am not that sexy lady people see on stage – that’s a part, they aren’t my words, they’ve been written. It’s easier to play a part that is so far removed from what you are really like, than someone who is almost like you.
  4. I ‘have it easy’ because I live with my parents – I live with my parents because I have no where else to go. I will never, ever be able to repay my parents for taking me and SC in. They should be enjoying retirement, not having a small child running around the place 24 hours a day. But at the moment I cannot afford to live anywhere else. Don’t think, like everyone else, that I get everything done for me. Because I don’t. I do the cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing for all of us, and the gardening. I am also trying to build up business so I can afford to get a place of our own and I am in sole charge of SC because he’s my responsibility, not my parent’s. I do not go out every night of the week, getting drunk and abusing their generosity. I go out twice a week. To dance class and rehearsal. Occasionally, and it is very rare I go out at the weekends, it’s usually with my mum to the theatre. But that happens maybe two or three times a year. If I am asked to go out, when pigs are generally flying underneath a blue moon, I always ask my parents, out of politeness more than permission. My mum is always encouraging me to go out and enjoy myself if I have the chance ūüėČ
  5. I can be treated anyway they choose – sometimes people think it doesn’t seem to matter what they say to me, however hurtful their remarks. After all, it’s only me, I don’t have feelings, I deserve to be treated like something they just trod in. I might brush off comments, with a laugh or a quick quip back, but that doesn’t mean I’m not hurting inside. Laughter is my defence mechanism. Don’t let them see they’ve hurt you, or they’ll do it all the more. Laugh it off and they’ll get bored. But that doesn’t mean that when I get home I don’t feel sad about what’s been said. It doesn’t stop me thinking about those remarks, and over-analysing situations, coming to my own conclusions that maybe they’re right and I don’t deserve any happiness. I’ve said before that I think way too much, I’ve only got my own thoughts to talk to¬†and this thinking eats away at me. Here are my top 3¬†comments I’ve been subjected to: “The only person to go out with you must be drunk, blind or certifiable”,¬†“I pity the poor man who ends up with you” and my favourite said by Mr Wrong No. 2 (I had known him for 10 years before we got together) “When I first met you, even though I was married I thought if I was to have an affair it would be with someone like you!” Charming, eh? (He obviously made assumption number 3)

Everyone makes assumptions – based on a variety of things. But assumptions are just that – assumptions, thought processes evolved from assessing a situation at face value without asking questions.

The more we question, the more we find out and the more we learn.

 

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