Power of the Puddy
Often women ask me why am I still single. I often find myself in the mirror asking the same question. But, after all the debates and careful considerations, I realize that I am single because of the Puddy. Yes, I could say that sex is a powerful weapon but that would be the Power of another sort. In this case the Puddy is not what you may think...Puddy, is an event. A reaction to the ultimate knee dropping prospect, realistic or faux...
Here's an example of what I am getting at.
"Hey, Jim you seem to be a good lookin brother, got your stuff together...why are you single"
Response:
"Well......, it isn't that simple, I am just trying to find Mrs. Right...(blah, blah, blah)"
Where's the Puddy in this statement? Mrs. Right? I am just Trying? hell no! The Puddy is the thought prior to the first Word and the comma, and within the long pause prior to the "exspla-nasion". Puddy is the thought of marriage, the thought of settling down with someone. Puddy is so powerfull that it outweighs the Pu$$...well I don't need to go to much further...I just gave it a name to confuse you of course. But, as I sit here I realize that a brother's pause after the infamous "Why" question is very important to his ID. Alpha males are cool and relaxed with their response. While their anxious counterparts are often perplexed and fill in the blanks with a rapid fire of excuses. The puddy is just a situation that most of us "momma's boys" find ourselves in. We want to marry someone like our Momma, Grandaunties and 4th grade teachers. Of course we need that comfort and conditioning of a nurturing woman, but she has to be a closet freak as well. (SEE KIDS don't Kiss Mommy blog) But. The pause...is so interesting. How can you sum up a life's search in one sentence? It is almost like asking a Virgin why she chooses to stray away from the bedroom. To most men, marriage is a matter of the heart. We take the knee in order to promise the path of righteousness. But the power of the Puddy keeps us at arms length from our chosen path. Actually we never really have the answer. We just know what we want...but it is so hard to describe. The Puddy...Potential of Underestimating the Dramatic Detailed "Yes"!
How do you propose, who picks out the ring, is she capable of blending in with the family, do I really care, why should I be the one to change, what about her looks, can she cook, does she always snore like that, ...I could keep writing the details but the bottom line...The Puddy is what causes the scrutiny, the judgement and in somecases the abuse.
It is so powerful. But so easy to answer...just choose one. not two or three...just one.
But which? when and how...
What you find at the club stays at the club...What you find at the church lives at the church...
lurk late strike straight. Good with the money tight with the tummy. The total number of shoes equals the number of problems in her life. Constantly shopping never satisfied with what she has...
Get the picture...
en peace
Ray
Here's an example of what I am getting at.
"Hey, Jim you seem to be a good lookin brother, got your stuff together...why are you single"
Response:
"Well......, it isn't that simple, I am just trying to find Mrs. Right...(blah, blah, blah)"
Where's the Puddy in this statement? Mrs. Right? I am just Trying? hell no! The Puddy is the thought prior to the first Word and the comma, and within the long pause prior to the "exspla-nasion". Puddy is the thought of marriage, the thought of settling down with someone. Puddy is so powerfull that it outweighs the Pu$$...well I don't need to go to much further...I just gave it a name to confuse you of course. But, as I sit here I realize that a brother's pause after the infamous "Why" question is very important to his ID. Alpha males are cool and relaxed with their response. While their anxious counterparts are often perplexed and fill in the blanks with a rapid fire of excuses. The puddy is just a situation that most of us "momma's boys" find ourselves in. We want to marry someone like our Momma, Grandaunties and 4th grade teachers. Of course we need that comfort and conditioning of a nurturing woman, but she has to be a closet freak as well. (SEE KIDS don't Kiss Mommy blog) But. The pause...is so interesting. How can you sum up a life's search in one sentence? It is almost like asking a Virgin why she chooses to stray away from the bedroom. To most men, marriage is a matter of the heart. We take the knee in order to promise the path of righteousness. But the power of the Puddy keeps us at arms length from our chosen path. Actually we never really have the answer. We just know what we want...but it is so hard to describe. The Puddy...Potential of Underestimating the Dramatic Detailed "Yes"!
How do you propose, who picks out the ring, is she capable of blending in with the family, do I really care, why should I be the one to change, what about her looks, can she cook, does she always snore like that, ...I could keep writing the details but the bottom line...The Puddy is what causes the scrutiny, the judgement and in somecases the abuse.
It is so powerful. But so easy to answer...just choose one. not two or three...just one.
But which? when and how...
What you find at the club stays at the club...What you find at the church lives at the church...
lurk late strike straight. Good with the money tight with the tummy. The total number of shoes equals the number of problems in her life. Constantly shopping never satisfied with what she has...
Get the picture...
en peace
Ray
posted by cr8tv1 at 6/23/2005 03:49:00 PM
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