When I used to drive to work from my old place, if the timing was right, I would see this guy leave his driveway on his way to work. He drove a black Golf 5. Sometimes, on the way back home or on a weekend, I would see him in a silver Ferrari or a X5. He is obviously a well off guy. Besides his array of cars, the other thing that made this guy a sight to look forward to was his good looks.
It seems there are a bunch of people out there who have the double advantage of being hot and rich. Is this their luck or is there a deeper connection between money and looks?
So are rich guys hot? Yes, money adds to the appeal. But its not so much about women being gold diggers. I think it is more about women wanting someone who can provide for them, look after them and spoil them. And women like to be spoilt in different ways, to different extravaganzas. As for gold diggers, its not very often you would find someone drooling over how hot Donald Trump or Bill Gates is. Because, even though they are rich they are just not hot.
Are hot guys rich? Yes, and I say this with more conviction than the previous answer. This is my theory. Today’s society places a lot of emphasis on looks – clothes, gadgets, gizmos and chemicals all in the name for a more physically attractive you. That physical attraction bit is true. When people see a good looking person, they immediately gravitate towards that person, either mentally or physically. So basically, if you are good looking, society appreciates you more, which of course boosts your confidence. As you grow older, your witty personality and honed talents all serve to make you a special person with the confidence to succeed in life. And by logic, when you are successful you know how to make money.
So by conclusion, hot guys are rich. Which makes them absolutely yummy in the yummy stakes! :)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sex in the City
Its difficult to intro the sexpo. The easiest way would be to describe it – fun, interesting, informative, puzzling, sensitive and yet unashamedly direct about one of the most intimate acts in life, and everything else relating to it.
In no particular order, here are the things that stuck in mind:
There were numerous stalls that dealt with sex toys – for every want, fetish and type (I hope u catch my drift, cos I wont be going into detail in this post!). There were a plethora of sex aids for everyone, particularly for women. This left me to conclude that either there are a lot of lesbians out there, or men really suck in bed so women are left to orgasm through their own means. They come in every shape and size, from the ‘bullets’ (for anytime discreet orgs) to weird appendages which left me confused on how one would use it for pleasure. And I did ask the salespeople, but there is a limit to how st00pid I am allowed to be in public.
The workshops were definitely a hit. It helped that the person giving the talk was not a bimbo or a sex god, but rather a no-nonsense older woman with just the right amount of humour, cynicism, anecdotes, experience, chutzpah and knowledge to talk about a topic that could have been potential minefield of embarrassment.
Everyone at the sexpo seemed to be having fun. Whether they were in the limelight in their underwear, or selling stuff like chocolate moulded in the shape of penises, or trying to throw rings onto a plastic penis, or riding a giant penis like a rodeo horse, everyone was so blasé about the sex on display. It struck me that sex is meant to be fun. And I will probs have this view until the mallu reality bug comes to bite me.
I had assumed that the sex fascination was a male dominated hobby. But there was an abundance of penises on display at the sexpo – ones with wings on a mobile, salt and pepper shakers, cocktail shakers, pasta, the rodeo, not forgetting the vibrating dildos. And then there were the underwear. There were the sets, scraps of lace that manage to cover all and nothing at the same time, whole dresses and body suits made out of netting, corsets, costumes for the fantasies. This is stuff that women wear to feel good, to appreciate and revel in their bodies, appreciating the male appendage for their own needs and ultimately using it to get some action
Previously I would have thought that sex fascination was something enjoyed by perverted males, but after this wkend, I see it as something that women also do to have fun and enjoy themselves. I mean, if I could visit the sexpo with a friend and spend 5 and half hours there, I can just imagine how much fun I would have if I went there with my husband! ;-P
PS. I was so engrossed in writing this post that I forgot about the egg I had left to boil. I had to close the post quickly in order to clean up the hard boiled egg splattered all over my kitchen. And apologies to Tau for thinking he had taken flatulence to a whole new level of pong.
In no particular order, here are the things that stuck in mind:
There were numerous stalls that dealt with sex toys – for every want, fetish and type (I hope u catch my drift, cos I wont be going into detail in this post!). There were a plethora of sex aids for everyone, particularly for women. This left me to conclude that either there are a lot of lesbians out there, or men really suck in bed so women are left to orgasm through their own means. They come in every shape and size, from the ‘bullets’ (for anytime discreet orgs) to weird appendages which left me confused on how one would use it for pleasure. And I did ask the salespeople, but there is a limit to how st00pid I am allowed to be in public.
The workshops were definitely a hit. It helped that the person giving the talk was not a bimbo or a sex god, but rather a no-nonsense older woman with just the right amount of humour, cynicism, anecdotes, experience, chutzpah and knowledge to talk about a topic that could have been potential minefield of embarrassment.
Everyone at the sexpo seemed to be having fun. Whether they were in the limelight in their underwear, or selling stuff like chocolate moulded in the shape of penises, or trying to throw rings onto a plastic penis, or riding a giant penis like a rodeo horse, everyone was so blasé about the sex on display. It struck me that sex is meant to be fun. And I will probs have this view until the mallu reality bug comes to bite me.
I had assumed that the sex fascination was a male dominated hobby. But there was an abundance of penises on display at the sexpo – ones with wings on a mobile, salt and pepper shakers, cocktail shakers, pasta, the rodeo, not forgetting the vibrating dildos. And then there were the underwear. There were the sets, scraps of lace that manage to cover all and nothing at the same time, whole dresses and body suits made out of netting, corsets, costumes for the fantasies. This is stuff that women wear to feel good, to appreciate and revel in their bodies, appreciating the male appendage for their own needs and ultimately using it to get some action
Previously I would have thought that sex fascination was something enjoyed by perverted males, but after this wkend, I see it as something that women also do to have fun and enjoy themselves. I mean, if I could visit the sexpo with a friend and spend 5 and half hours there, I can just imagine how much fun I would have if I went there with my husband! ;-P
PS. I was so engrossed in writing this post that I forgot about the egg I had left to boil. I had to close the post quickly in order to clean up the hard boiled egg splattered all over my kitchen. And apologies to Tau for thinking he had taken flatulence to a whole new level of pong.
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