Yep, those knee high leggings that Dys wore were ooo, la la. At least a two thud experience!! I'll bet fishin' looks mighty good in them as well.
It's definitely the boots, though, huh?
I fear my comment was lost in the mess o' mounties:
sozobe wrote:OK, the first mountie picture makes me think of something:
Fellas, how do you FEEL when you have some sort of "respect me" mufti on? A uniform, or a particularly good suit, or an awesome leather jacket -- whatever makes you lift up your chin and smile just a bit. THAT is what us wimmins like.
errr, I am NOT looking at anyone's smile when he's got boots on. sozobe may not be shallow, but I am.
Now if he doesn't have boots on, I'll look around a bit more. :wink:
Hee hee!
(LOVE all of these awesome emoticons tonight, btw.)
ok, don't look anyone, but here's one for the Sozlet!
She'll love it.
Have I told you that when she is on my lap and I'm checking out A2K she is always very very happy to see your avatar? "Look, Mama! The deerhuahua!")
I have to admit and agree that the mounties don't really do much for me, but pirates.... dunno why, but they're sexy!
It's the "outlaw" thing, littlek. They're bad boys.
So, have you guys seen the clips for the new Johnny Depp movie? Pirates of the Caribbean...mmmmmmm....boots!
BOOTS!!!
Pirates in boots...
Is this what ya mean, K ?
Um... somehow I posted this on the personal attack thread. I meant it for here. The odd thing is that ebeth didn't seem to notice, although there did seem to be a boots/women/boots/men theme running through the writings of last evening. I hope everyone is rested. J
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Leonard stood at the edge of the hot tub wearing only calf high black socks and his wingtips. It had been a struggle to get his dress slacks off over his shoes but he had succeeded mightily and now he looked down into the foam at Miriam. Miriam was floating dreamily, eyes closed, making rowing motions with her arms, neck deep in the roiling waters humming something about a edgy and dull knife from a Springsteen album.
"I'm ready." shouted Leonard over the roar of the jacuzzis.
Miriam opened her eyes and looked at him.
"No, you're not." She laughed and splashed some water at him. "What happened to your boots?"
"My boots?" asked Leonard, "was I supposed to be wearing boots?"
He felt cold suddenly, and wished he was already in the water or back outside in his car, driving down the toward the boardwalk. "I can go get them."
"It's okay" said Miriam, and she sank beneath the bubbles then popped up and spewed a stream of water at Leonard's legs. "Hey!" he said!
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" she replied and held out her arms.
"Okay, Okay," he said and put his left foot into the tub. The shoe and sock looked odd through the water and the skin on his leg looked whiter, he waited till he was used to the temperature and then sank the other shoe. Three hundred and forty nine dollars of crafted Italian leather were now at the bottom of the hot tub. He was waist deep in the water and completely entranced by Miriam's smile.
It was a concentrated smile or a smile of concentration Leonard thought. Leonard's next thought was that he shouldn't be trying to remember all this as if he was going to write about it, he should be feeling something after all. This was a hot tub and a hot, naked girl and it was summer and Monterey and all he could think about, all the while he was kissing her, and wrestling around and feeling the slickness of her hair and skin, was how difficult it was going to be to save those shoes.
Joe Nation
1967, 1978, 1989 or just a moment ago.
Joe, do you see?
That's the fundamental difference between Americans and Canadians.
Boots.
Americans have developed such strange footwear, that now, after all these years
it's impossible for us to walk in someone else's shoes.
How can we learn? How can we understand? We are empathically handicapped
merely by the facts of our podiatric condition.
Our footwear differs. Our compassion suffers.
And therefore we invade any country that harbors alien and threatening feet.
Canadians take better care of their needs.
It's the boots.
I don't know but a flowery summer dress and black army boots, just has a certain look thats cool.
Well, I think we've just about exhausted the topic of boots in this particular connection. Nobody has as yet mentioned the sexual appeal of wide-brimmed felt hats, with or without chin straps. (Those pics of the Mounties made me think of that. Everybody's looking at the boots. Notice the hats the Mounties wear? And where would Clint Eastwood be without his sombrero?)
Ha!
My love of men in leather, errrrrrrr men in leather boots, is sooooooo not exhausted.
JoeNation - your wonderful work of art fit perfectly in the Personal Attack thread - it matched the theme of the personal attack on men in boots delightfully! :wink: And just like pizza, your creation is at least as good the morning after - if not better!
Gautam - come to tranna - there are men in leather, leather boots, all over the village. :: sigh ::
