The sun is shining bright and luscious. It is not too hot or muggy. This is my kind of perfection. The doves are cooing. The crows respond with death threats. All is right in my world.
I'm still working my way through the magazine. I know I am in magazine land because in the table of contents they have more skinny legged young women in skirts blown with the breath of angels that cause cascading curls.
There is picture of a plate of brownies but there is a tag line about avoiding temptation. The brownies are dull, brown and unattractive.
Phflibt. I should go to Mad Magazine to look up the correct spelling.
The good news is that I am almost out the the ad copy area because there is a brown hair big ole eyed girl with caterpillars for eyelashes. Very shiny, crystal clear peach color puffy lips.
Seriously, you can count the folds and the ridges. No cracks. No jagged bits of flesh. No teeth marks when you accidentally bite your lip.
I'm thinking her lips were shot with a Hasselblad camera. $26,000 for the cheap version and god knows how much to trick that camera into digital still perfection. Must be a full size sensor...
Wait, this isn't about cameras. Dang it.
Page 13. Actual words that lead to stories.
Take a naked yoga class. There are naked yoga classes? I have taken yoga classes and everybody had clothes on. Even the ones that looked like their tights were spray painted on were dressed.
Not sure I'd want to do the Extended Fish pose with boobies dangling as I'm trying to balance my head and feet. And my thighs? I got dents and ridges and splotches and freckles? They move too although I wish they didn't.
And what is the etiquette when you accidentally look up and see another persons labia?
Page 14. Men use hyperfocal thinking. This means that their brains can only handle one task at a time.
Naw, that is not true. I've seen them eat and watch sports, eat and watch porn or eat and cuss out the guy who just cut him off in traffic.
You just got to get their attention in between bites. No biggy.
Page 15. More caterpillars around eyes, this time laced with green sparkles.
Page 16. More women raising up their dresses to show off their shoes. They are wearing mini dresses? What is there to raise?
Page 17. The letter page. "Thank you for showing me that guys like women with make-up." Thank you for letting me know I was an orgasm virgin." "Thank you for showing me how to dress so my date doesn't run away in horror."
I Am So Confused.
Page 20. The survey responds that guys want to wait five dates before they have sex with a woman. Oh, hell no, somebody is lying!
This part is straight up fiction. 54% are turned on by a woman's butt. Yet none of the women displayed in the magazine have an ample fanny. Almost none of these women have bumpus in rumpus.
Words fail me. Actually, I'm still stuck on naked yoga. And the reason I am stuck on it is because I think I have a VHS tape called Naked Yoga.
I didn't buy it. I think I inherited it in a move or two many years ago.
If I remember correctly there was a mountain top, lush green lands and a man and a women doing poses starkers. This was back in the 1990s so I'm not sure if there was true nakedness or not.
The dude might have worn a diaper/thong kind of thingy. I'll get back to you.
I'm curious how they did the Downward Dog.