Foie Gras is Evil:
I think friedo was pointing out that you’ve been dangling your participle a bit too freely.
That’s why I only have a two hour window to hit at night – before hubby crashes at 9:30pm. That’s why I request that he please finish what he needs to on the laptop before kiddo toddles off to bed.
Probably not why he woke up at 4:15, before his alarm at 4:30am.
The timing was horrible, but again, I got me some. Go me. 
Oi. You, **Aesiron **and **DianaG **have made it abundantly clear that you don’t want to hear me whine any more about my marriage, so I’ll thank you to shut up about it. But thanks for figuring I might be telling a pack of lies in addition to being a whiner.
Trust me, I understand your window very well. But if he is a person who really needs 8 hours, he’s one hour short every day, and even 7:30 is only an hour before he should be going to sleep; and some people start slowing down by then. .It’s possible that 4:15 am is the only practical time. So, definitely go you.
How are weekends? I’m one of those interested 95% time people who supposedly don’t exist, so just lack of interest is to me inconceivable. 
I’m not a grandfather yet, but when I am, probably in a couple of years, I’ll report back. 
It’s been bugging me for a while. Like a scab, I tried not to pick at it. But I cannot continue to let such ideas stand:
No. You are wrong. Unless you are doing an arabesque penchée in a crotchless leotard, there is no such thing as a fuck me ballet shoe.
Your misperception is a common one; many ladies try to compensate for their unfortunate aspect by claiming sexy is an attitude. This psychologically appealling but factually false idea can be easily disproven by imagining the world’s least likely to pass tranny dolled up in full Cher regalia, including assless chaps with a bullseye painted on hir mangina. While the intent might be to announce “I need dick”, the effect on others, I fear, is more along the lines of mental trauma.
I fear that you have misapprehended the very essence of “fuck me” shoes. A “fuck me” shoe is not one that announces to the world that you are in estrous. A “fuck me” shoe is one that makes other people want to fuck you. As such, they are best served very tall, strappy, and red. Please see your local exotic dancer for details; but you will note for the record that they rarely slip on the ol’ ballet flats for their turn on the pole.
As an owner and operator of a penis (and may I use this opportunity to point out that it is worshipped in several tribal societies for its magnificent girth, color, and shine?), my deep understanding of the male psyche should serve as a cite. According to your poorly considered theory, I could walk down the street like Tony Manero in my guido-worthy tracksuit and pristine white wifebeater, sporting a beautiful 10k gold medallion, as the ladies swoon and the benches get damp because of the awesome power of my self-assured sexual dynamism.
But alas, sexy is what you are to others, unless you are masturbating for the mirror. Perhaps a little “sass” (thank you, Cosmo!) might add a touch of sparkle, but at some point you’re like the guy with the rusty Celica who throws on some spinners and thinks he’s a racer.
snort
(In the interest of full disclosure, I should note that high heels actually do cause the wearer to emulate some of the outward signs of estrous. Arched lower back (lordosis), hips forward posture, tightened hindquarters, and pointed toes suggesting orgasm.)
Still no ballet shoes, tho.
Late to the party but…
Passable “fuck me” shoes start at 4". Says so right here in my Dom manual.
Just sayin’
For you, perhaps. To each his (or her) own.
Could you be more pompous? Sexy is in the mind of the beholder (and the mind of the beholdee–if one does not feel sexy, one usually doesn’t come across as sexy).
What a limited view of sexy you have.
Somehow I doubt that your sexual “dynamism” would shine through, no matter the wardrobe choices.
Do you date?
Not even for The Nutcracker?
I would disagree with this. The very first woman I ever slept with told me (and it is true) “It ain’t what you got, it is how you use it.” In my experience this is so true. The most sexy captivating woman I ever slept with, the one I would leave my wife for if she ever showed up and asked, was no beauty. Average in looks, and her body is more like a 12 year old boys than a sex symbols. So what made her the sexist thing ever? Her attitude. She loved sex, she loved having fun with sex, she loved making her partner feel good.
Think about it, would you rather have a partner that was truly into making your sex experience the best you ever had, or a super model that just laid there and never moved, and after 3 minutes asked if you were done yet?
:rolleyes: Need a little more straw for that man you are building? Apples to carburetors comparison. I am not attracted to men, so a tranny does not attract me. Sorry, but I am not wired that way.
I… think… it turns out you like girls with bodies like 12 year old girls.
Seriously, there is no way I could ever become sexually excited by the sight of a significantly overweight woman. There’s nothing wrong with any such person, I just don’t find such people attractive. It’s just a fact about my psychology. No amount of “attitude” could change that.
Perhaps there are some people out there who find “attitude” itself sexy. Even so, that doesn’t support a notion that “sexy” just is an attitude. It just means certain people like attitude.
Sexy is relative to the person making the judgment. “Attitude” doesn’t make you sexy. The beholder’s judgment does.
Actually given my druthers all other factors being equal, I prefer a woman with a large bust. But given the choice with a woman with a large bust that is not into sex and a flat chested girl that is doing her level best to make my evening the best I ever had, the choice for me is easy.
I have also had overweight lovers and again if they were into what we were doing, it was all good.
I agree with you there are limits. It is just where we each have those limits. Let’ say for the sake of conversation that you have a gf weight limit of 160 lbs for a given height. I might have a weight limit of 200 lbs for that same height, or maybe it is 130 lbs. What the actual number is, is immaterial. What counts is that if your prospective partner is within your weight / size limits would you rather have a plain girl who really got with the program, or a super model that acted bored and got pissed at you if you took over 3 minutes?
Frylock, my man, you are back! Wanna weigh in on post #85?
<snip> *I appreciate being spontaneous and all, but we’re working around RL obligations. Not to mention the fact that we put the kiddo to bed at 7:30pm and hubby has to crash by 9:30pm because he gets up at 4:30am. I have a very limited window to hit, and if he still has a half hour of work to do on the laptop, I’m screwed. (Well, actually, not screwed. But you get the point)
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For some reason this keeps reminding me of Miss Piggy. She said, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”
But I’ve seen that happen, more times than I can count. Just how many angry wives are already doing this? :eek:
You got me there.
You’re completely missing the point here, Rick. We’re talking about footwear, and by extension, other presentation choices. I don’t care how much of a wildcat in the sack a girl is, if she shows up wearing sweatpants, with her hair in curlers, she’s not getting it done no matter how much attitude she’s got.
Wearing flats is the same thing. You can’t wear flats with “attitude” and call them sexy shoes or “fuck me ballet flats”. That’s just a weak excuse used by the people who are either too proud or too lazy to go to the effort to wear what other people think is sexy. (Though I suppose someone could have a fetish for flats, but that one is pretty rare.)
Oh shit, this is the thread I said I didn’t want to participate in, isn’t it?
I forgot. 
To answer your query, sex by appointment is the opposite of a turn on. If the only way to have sex is by appointment, then there can be no sex.
(Hopefully all here recognize and continue to remind themselves that everything everyone says in this thread is from a particular point of view…)
We seem to be talking at cross purposes again. Some are taking the view that “sexy” is only comprised of the look. Well and good if they want to be limited to one sense.
The rest of us are taking the view that “sexy” covers the entire experience – a smell can be sexy, a taste can be sexy, a soft touch trailing down your… Okay, forgive me. As you recall, it’s been a while
As such, a woman with long wavy hair that smells fantastic, with skin as soft as butter, with an enchanting voice, with a desire to be with you and make you happy, and most importantly, with whom you truly feel comfortable and at ease: this woman could be the victim of a horrific canine attack and have scars criss crossing her face and still be the sexiest thing on the planet. To those of us with a holistic definition of sexy.
And to cap it off, ivn insists that “sexy” is in the eye of the beholder, yet FMPs must be of a certain height and color. I’m not sure how or why we are all limited by the paucity of his vision. Apparently (and sadly for the OP) the OP’s spouse does NOT consider FMPs sexy. Or maybe he’s pining for the fjords or something.
Women can (and do) exude lust in plain, white, waist-high cotton undies, complete with East German swimmer bra. Others tricked out in Vicky’s most revealing numbers look like they’re having root canal. Guess which ones have the guys all over them?
Sexy is as sexy does.