[FairfieldLife] Re: Motocross Moksha II: Who Would've Thunk It?
And the blood goes drip...drip...into the water. And off in the distance a shark fin appears, moving quickly. Very quickly. Could it be, could it be. Yes it does looks like .edg the knife. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Motocross attracts babes. I would have guessed a town full of guys. Oh. Guys. Gals. Springtime. Pardon my Duh. :-) I discovered as I seated myself in my normal spot at Villa Lola that the races haven't started yet, They are not until tomorrow, Sunday. But nonetheless the cafe is full of people here for the race. And sur- prisingly, a number of them are not only babes, but dressed-to-the-teeth babes. We're talking evening gowns, as if there is a fancy dress ball somewhere in town tonight and they're already dressed for it. This is not yer normal weekend crowd at Villa Lola. But the crowd is interesting in its own right, and gives me something to rap about other than motor- cycles, so here goes... What is it about women that they so love to dress up? Although there are exceptions, men seem to lack the dressup gene. We'd go to meet the Pope dressed in cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought we could get away with it. Heck, we'd show up for a date with Claudia Schiffer wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought *she'd* let us get away with it. Chances are she wouldn't. She's made millions by being a walking artform, and I suspect she'd prefer someone on her arm who gets that, at least enough to wear a Kenzo T-shirt with his cutoffs. The babes in the bar (sounds like a rock band, doesn't it?) aren't quite at the Claudia Schiffer level, but they've done the best they can with what they've got, and I for one appreciate all the effort. And it probably *took* effort -- dieting, exercising, makeup, hair, shopping for just the right dress. It all takes time. And I guess it pays off. A couple of guys just walked up, wearing motorcycle leathers and carrying helmets. The gals kissed them, far from chastely, but then they pointed to the duffel bag they'd been guarding, and then they pointed at the bathroom. The guys took the subtle hint, and disappeared into it. They emerged a few minutes later wearing tuxes and looking like GQ models. Go figure. Love -- or lust, if that's all you see in the situation -- conquers all, even the bad dressing gene. I'm getting the picture here. At a Spanish motocross event, he actual races aren't until Sunday because Saturday is for partying down. It makes sense, now that I think about it. Tomorrow night, after the races, many of these guys are going to be hurting too badly to dance. Even if they don't crash, their kidneys are going to be down around their ankles. Better to do the fancy dress ball thing the night before the race than the night of. Then they can have fun playing with their toys AND have fun pleasing their ladies by taking them to a fancy dress ball and dancing with them. Very wise -- yet another instance of that Spanish pragmatism I've come to admire so much.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Motocross Moksha II: Who Would've Thunk It?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, lurkernomore20002000 [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: And the blood goes drip...drip...into the water. And off in the distance a shark fin appears, moving quickly. Very quickly. Could it be, could it be. Yes it does looks like .edg the knife. Just wait until he gets to the post about the topless beaches. :-) --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: Motocross attracts babes. I would have guessed a town full of guys. Oh. Guys. Gals. Springtime. Pardon my Duh. :-) I discovered as I seated myself in my normal spot at Villa Lola that the races haven't started yet, They are not until tomorrow, Sunday. But nonetheless the cafe is full of people here for the race. And sur- prisingly, a number of them are not only babes, but dressed-to-the-teeth babes. We're talking evening gowns, as if there is a fancy dress ball somewhere in town tonight and they're already dressed for it. This is not yer normal weekend crowd at Villa Lola. But the crowd is interesting in its own right, and gives me something to rap about other than motor- cycles, so here goes... What is it about women that they so love to dress up? Although there are exceptions, men seem to lack the dressup gene. We'd go to meet the Pope dressed in cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought we could get away with it. Heck, we'd show up for a date with Claudia Schiffer wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought *she'd* let us get away with it. Chances are she wouldn't. She's made millions by being a walking artform, and I suspect she'd prefer someone on her arm who gets that, at least enough to wear a Kenzo T-shirt with his cutoffs. The babes in the bar (sounds like a rock band, doesn't it?) aren't quite at the Claudia Schiffer level, but they've done the best they can with what they've got, and I for one appreciate all the effort. And it probably *took* effort -- dieting, exercising, makeup, hair, shopping for just the right dress. It all takes time. And I guess it pays off. A couple of guys just walked up, wearing motorcycle leathers and carrying helmets. The gals kissed them, far from chastely, but then they pointed to the duffel bag they'd been guarding, and then they pointed at the bathroom. The guys took the subtle hint, and disappeared into it. They emerged a few minutes later wearing tuxes and looking like GQ models. Go figure. Love -- or lust, if that's all you see in the situation -- conquers all, even the bad dressing gene. I'm getting the picture here. At a Spanish motocross event, he actual races aren't until Sunday because Saturday is for partying down. It makes sense, now that I think about it. Tomorrow night, after the races, many of these guys are going to be hurting too badly to dance. Even if they don't crash, their kidneys are going to be down around their ankles. Better to do the fancy dress ball thing the night before the race than the night of. Then they can have fun playing with their toys AND have fun pleasing their ladies by taking them to a fancy dress ball and dancing with them. Very wise -- yet another instance of that Spanish pragmatism I've come to admire so much.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Motocross Moksha II: Who Would've Thunk It?
Lurk, You rascal. But also, fuck you. Why? Cuz I'm no prude! That's Turq's propaganda about me. He's in the bars drooling but I'm the one who gets this label? Go figure! I love sex. GAWD it's got me by the shorties, literally, and to me there's nothing as powerful for bonding, intimacy, fulfillment, passion, and plain ol' working my beast's instincts. What can I do to disprove this notion about me? I've been to nude beaches. I've done my youthful-porn surveying in magazines and on the Net. I know as much about titillation as anyone, and I'm ALL FOR IT. But, these days, titties on beaches, wide open beavers, naughty girls in bars, hooking up, etc. are just so damned far from where I'm at. I'm at: watching my babe's eyes close when I enter her. Oh, geeze, now I'm going to have to do that today. See! So anyone who wants to fuck, go ahead, do it muchly, but be on the lookout for higher pleasures in the subtleties when you get a chance to see inside the vibrancy of a lover's mind. Prong and probe all you want but peer deeply to find WHY those eyes are closing, WHY those soft urgings are deep, WHY her breath is being held, and WHY this ancient dance is spiritual, evolving, and the equivalent of a nine year old finding a bag of firecrackers. Edg --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, lurkernomore20002000 [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: And the blood goes drip...drip...into the water. And off in the distance a shark fin appears, moving quickly. Very quickly. Could it be, could it be. Yes it does looks like .edg the knife. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: Motocross attracts babes. I would have guessed a town full of guys. Oh. Guys. Gals. Springtime. Pardon my Duh. :-) I discovered as I seated myself in my normal spot at Villa Lola that the races haven't started yet, They are not until tomorrow, Sunday. But nonetheless the cafe is full of people here for the race. And sur- prisingly, a number of them are not only babes, but dressed-to-the-teeth babes. We're talking evening gowns, as if there is a fancy dress ball somewhere in town tonight and they're already dressed for it. This is not yer normal weekend crowd at Villa Lola. But the crowd is interesting in its own right, and gives me something to rap about other than motor- cycles, so here goes... What is it about women that they so love to dress up? Although there are exceptions, men seem to lack the dressup gene. We'd go to meet the Pope dressed in cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought we could get away with it. Heck, we'd show up for a date with Claudia Schiffer wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought *she'd* let us get away with it. Chances are she wouldn't. She's made millions by being a walking artform, and I suspect she'd prefer someone on her arm who gets that, at least enough to wear a Kenzo T-shirt with his cutoffs. The babes in the bar (sounds like a rock band, doesn't it?) aren't quite at the Claudia Schiffer level, but they've done the best they can with what they've got, and I for one appreciate all the effort. And it probably *took* effort -- dieting, exercising, makeup, hair, shopping for just the right dress. It all takes time. And I guess it pays off. A couple of guys just walked up, wearing motorcycle leathers and carrying helmets. The gals kissed them, far from chastely, but then they pointed to the duffel bag they'd been guarding, and then they pointed at the bathroom. The guys took the subtle hint, and disappeared into it. They emerged a few minutes later wearing tuxes and looking like GQ models. Go figure. Love -- or lust, if that's all you see in the situation -- conquers all, even the bad dressing gene. I'm getting the picture here. At a Spanish motocross event, he actual races aren't until Sunday because Saturday is for partying down. It makes sense, now that I think about it. Tomorrow night, after the races, many of these guys are going to be hurting too badly to dance. Even if they don't crash, their kidneys are going to be down around their ankles. Better to do the fancy dress ball thing the night before the race than the night of. Then they can have fun playing with their toys AND have fun pleasing their ladies by taking them to a fancy dress ball and dancing with them. Very wise -- yet another instance of that Spanish pragmatism I've come to admire so much.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Motocross Moksha II: Who Would've Thunk It?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: So anyone who wants to fuck, go ahead, do it muchly, but be on the lookout for higher pleasures in the subtleties when you get a chance to see inside the vibrancy of a lover's mind. Prong and probe all you want but peer deeply to find WHY those eyes are closing, WHY those soft urgings are deep, WHY her breath is being held, and WHY this ancient dance is spiritual, evolving, and the equivalent of a nine year old finding a bag of firecrackers. Please allow me to sidestep the other issues. This is nicely written. I'll leave with this. Thanks
