I am a little disappointed. I thought my eye poem would get more comments from the ladies… even though it was obviously meant as a joke… sort of…
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Just way behind in my responses & reading, otherwise I probably would have replied.
Get your priorities straight!!!
What poem? Oh……that one. Moving on. (Must be my female side coming out.)
Let it out.
I’ll have to make a quick check of my closet first. The more delicate things are at the dry cleaners. Well, except for the handwashbles hanging on the shower rod. If i put them on damp, they may strectch out of shape. Wouldn’t you know? All undressed and no way to show.
Just let our minds run wild…
OOOH! Tell me what you see.
You couldn’t handel… handle? … (I miss the spell checker lines)… my brain running wild. And neither could I.
Didn’t I send you that link for that little spell check prgm for IE for use in comment boxes?
Oh… you thought I could actually do that? That is adorable.
Yes, I am.
Wait till you see the pictures of the Bat Area I post later… you will see my hair in all its glory!!!
Time to go.
No… go look… I just posted it…
Almost made it.
Hey! You got the highly coveted pft, what more could you expect?
I wasn’t coveting it all that much.
Not to take any credit for myself, but didn’t you write this poem for me originally, as a comment?
And I’m a guy – you can tell by my gravatar – it only has one X chromosome.
I forget who started the poem off… but if it was you, all I can say is that due to the fact that I am married and have two kids, I don’t ever look at any of my fellow bloggers as being one sex or the other. It just confuses me. I like to think of you all as sexless drones, or maybe droids of some sort. On the other hand, I do love you all madly, and because I am all art-side-of-the-brain, I tend to run a little hot and steamy because I am just so frakin’ romantically oriented. So if in fact I did, in a moment of entirely self-generated passion happen to write a completely self-centered love poem to MYSELF while I was commenting on your post, you should just roll with it… and feel honored to have helped birth such a beautiful thing… and then never speak of it again as long as either of us live.
Cool?
Cool. So… you love yourself as a blogger, and you simply project that love to other bloggers, and that’s why the other bloggers’ gender doesn’t matter. Makes perfect sense.
No… not quite… I love myself in many more ways than just as a blogger. And I do not project my love onto other bloggers… The love I feel for them is very real. It just isn’t based on who has a cute female profile picture. That would be sexist and shallow. I love you all equally… like my own children. I can’t play favorites. And anyway, I can’t remember the context of how my eye poem comment got started. How do I know that it didn’t make complete sense when taken as an overall funny comeback?
I’m sure you love more those children who visit more often 🙂 That’s not nearly as shallow as judging bloggers by their picture.
I am just trying to wiggle my way out of a potentially embarrassing situation here.
And I have no doubt in your talent for turning any potentially embarrassing situation into a shameless self-promotion 🙂
Well we are on the same page on that one.
With all this androgynous talk I should tell you up front: I am not the droid you are looking for.
Hemmadroid…
Your own little special PIA.
Ha
what eye poem, am i missing something?
Scroll down… I don’t hide them.
ok
You should do that once a day, in case you miss some others. I would hate for that to happen.
i think i remember which one you mean..did it have to do with your sunglasses?
At the end… as a punch line… but the rest was real steamy… oh yeah…
ha i have to re read it
Try not to melt.
The ladies just thought it was cold.
Well they were wrong.
You’re really that tiny?
Ed, this is how mean rumors get started, only partially based on any facts at all.
I think they were too stunned to compose responses.
I will settle for that.
Guess everybody was so mesmerized by your eyes, they were speechless! *hands you a slice of cake as condolence*
That would have worked… twenty years ago…
mmmm… cake…
Ladies are fickle, man. You think you’ve got them pegged, then they go changing the rules on you.
I just think it’s funny that I have had more guys joke about being turned on than members of the female persuasion. I am losing my touch.