Ya really want one or wanna be one?
I gotta laugh....
(well chuckle anyway)
I've been chatting with a friend. During the course of conversation it came up that he has been married what seems like more than just a couple of times. He also said that he could be in a room full of good, God fearing women with one floozy thrown in and he'd manage to walk away with the one and only floozy.
I had to laugh and share with him how a couple years ago I wrote a blog entitled, “I Think I'd Rather be a Floozy” In the blog I mentioned how it always seems to be the floozies that get the most attention and have the most fun. All the guys seem flock to the floozies.... even if there is only one floozy to 50 guys.... that's where you'll find them. Buzzing around that one floozy. A man seems to somehow pride himself in winning the attention of the floozy over all the other men. (After all she is the main attraction.)
However there seems to generally be a price to pay for such a prize, for a floozy continues to draw attention no matter where she goes or whomever she is with.... and she likes it... not only likes it, thrives on it, needs it, and knows how to get it.
It would seem to me that after a number of “floozy experiences” a man would begin to get the “drift” kind of like Pavlov's Dog.... “this is the road a floozy will lead you down... you sure you want to go there again?” Unfortunately it seems not all men are as smart as Pavla's Dog. There are a lot of men who just keep letting their tongue fall out of their mouth, continue to follow the swaying tails, and hope for the prize (such as it may be).
Now women.... it's not just men who get caught up in this “floozy syndrome”. I myself, as I mentioned before, have given thought to how much more fun floozies seem to have. I, myself have thought... I, too, with a few changes, could be a floozy. Might be fun.... having a trail of men following behind me, at my side, woo-hooing all around me. Why.... with a few changes... I just might be able to reach the status of “One hot momma” !
Then I ask myself.... and remind myself.... just which dogs are following the floozies. Ain't the smart ones. Which women change themselves to get the attention of these dogs? I tend to believe.... ain't the smart ones of them either.
There are many paths on life's road... fast paced highways... simpler, quieter roadways... alleyways... all leading here and there... a lot to chew on along the way... sweets and treats found in a fine restaurant demanding a higher price perhaps, or a hunk of steak found in an alley way which only looks like a deal at the time.
We all choose our course. I'd like to think I'm at least as smart as Pavla's dog, or perhaps even smarter... not being tricked by all the bells and whistles put before me as mere stimuli.
BTW.... I think the friend has learned to spot the floozies... well... I guess he always could. 
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