Reading this blog, something occurred to me. We are chauvinists. Alright men, Mr. Feelings hasn't made his three marriages last a collective decade by acting the fool. So, ladies, this is for you.
First, this is what I look like.
Second, I'm sorry for the less sensitive posts on sexy advertising, weight loss,rainbow parties, and sausage fests. Let me make it up to you with a poem by Maya Angelou.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
She was writing about your lady parts. They are beautiful.
Third, I'm here to listen to you. So starting now I'm listening. (Below is a symbolic gap in text where I'm letting you do the talking.)
Wow, I heard everything you said, and yes, I agree.
And last but not least, I read Cathy too.
See, it's funny because she's like a real woman, not the whore Blondie.
I know this is just step one of a multi-step healing process, but everything has a beginning.
P.S. I'll be selling my book this weekend at the Promise Keepers meet-up in Anaheim. Men, bring your wallets and an open heart.