THE WOMAN CHOOSES THE MAN
Believe it or not, the woman chooses the man, the man never chooses; if she’s lame, she holds on like a woman holds on to a varicose vein that stands out like sore thumb behind the calf, and if she is game, she’s like a woman who has just reclaimed her womanhood (this would probably mean a size 14…) focus on a new black number she is dying to try out.
Whatever anyone thinks, I hold on to my opinion. Do I hear any smirk? Oops! Sorry, do I see any smirk…? When a woman finds her man, he has no hope of escape except she decides to let him go and of course the man is rarely unwilling. I can say that for the…
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