Okay, I know this isn’t a news flash to the average woman, but sometimes we forget and need a gentle reminder. You look deep into a man’s eyes and can get swept up in what you believe is a thoughtful conversation or even a romantic moment.

Meanwhile the guy is thinking how many seconds he is obliged to wait before he can successfully grab your tits. Yep. Oh he is counting them seconds, you better believe it, sugar. He’s also working out the math how he can shave time off that last estimate too! LOL. I love men, I truly do. Never mind the times I’d like to take a frying pan and smack it right up ‘sides their fool heads. :-P

Having been around since the last ice age (snicker) I have a lot of advice for my younger cousins and girlfriends. One such younger friend (we’ll call her Josie – lol) complained to me just this morning about a young man she is developing a fondness for who couldn’t manage look her in the eyes and listen more than a minute to what she was saying (or understand how important the conversation subject was to her). Sugar, if I had a dollar for every time a girlfriend told me that kinda story…lol.

Well ya’ll, I gave her the same advice I told my youngest cousin not that long ago. Men want porn stars. Even if he knows in his brain you are a smart, capable, professional woman with a portfolio that would make most men salivate, and a house in the Hamptons you paid for all by yourself, and you’re not a nymphogottahaveitthisfuckingsecondslutpuppysexkitten hiding behind a plain sweater and pants, it doesn’t matter. In his heart, (and other places) he’s hoping you are a closet sex kitten porn star.

He may have seen the intellect behind your eyes, even subconsciously acknowledged the fact you’re smarter than he is—I guarantee the minute he heard you mention your magna cum laude, he fixated on something else (if not before) and you stopped being a friend/co-worker/casual acquaintance whatever, and became a potential walking sex machine for the man.

But you can’t blame the sweet darlins’. It’s all that lovely testosterone messin’ up their mind. Of course, that can work both ways. And it’s ever so much fun to turn the tables on them, so to speak. ;-)

Now, I’m no Dear Abby, but my advice, if you’re reading this sugar, is to get him alone and let him know you mean business—in bed and out of it! Once he catches his breath, you’ll have his full attention. I guarantee. ;-)

Stop by the MMC blog today and you will find three of my top non-fiction book picks for Sensual September. Getting hawt in here ya’ll, better throw this old hen a towel. rofl.

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