What Makes a
Man Sexy to a Woman(C) By Michael Casey
I have all
my albums loaded to the computer so that while I work I can listen to the
albums, over 1600 tracks, I let the music role and I didn't know Michael Bolton
was next. So when he popped up I thought HE was a woman's favourite, but
anybody can listen too. I did get me thinking though.
Is it his
hairy chest, is he tall dark and handsome, or is it the way he moves, the way
he grooves, is it his smouldering eyes? Women as you read this tell me what YOU
think.
And what of
me? Am I sexy? Is it my hairy back and my hairy arms, my bushy eyebrows, does
all this make women swoon? Is it my big chest and my even bigger belly. Is it
my hazel eyes, Chinese folk have brown eyes, so my eyes are a novelty to them.
Is it the British accent, does it sent a shiver down the spines of women.
Michael Bolton is singing "back on my feet again" as I talk to you.
Do I knock women off their feet. And not because of my smelly feet, which I
inherited from my dad, a father of six, and those smelly feet have passed to
the next generation, to my Birmingham/Shanghai children.
Is it
something in the way I move, something in the way I pucker my lips, is it the
way I look into women's eyes, and men's too. Do I have charisma like a pop
star, or politician, and I a god.
Or is it
that when women see me I remind them of Scruffy their first dog, the slobbering
fat and drooling puppy who left puddles everywhere, the dog who wagged his tail
when they were a mile away, but Scruffy knew their master was on the way, so
Scruffy jumped and jumped and scrapped at the back home.
No I'm no
sex god, I'm just a hound dog, chewing on blue shoes.
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