Sometimes I wonder if email comes through time tunnels from the past. I received an email about yesterday’s post, more specifically about the picture. To paraphrase… “I thought you were a white guy. You went and posted a picture of a(n) (African-American) woman and called her pretty.” Since that was the whole of the letter, I don’t know quite what to think. I’m assuming from the tone of the letter that this person objects to picture.

Yes, I am a Caucasian male. My ethnic heritage is Scottish, Irish, Welsh, and Cherokee. I’m not very white, I’m actually more of a medium tan when I’m not out in the sun. Now what woman do I find pretty? Well it is not based on her skin color, religion, theology, ideology, or social status. What makes her pretty is her bearing and attitude, but I’d be lying if I said facial and body features did come into play as well. A pretty woman is just… pretty.

And yes, I have dated women not of my skin color (there were quite a few African-American and East Indian ladies that I groveled before), religion (Hindi women can be really hot), ideology (smart girls are mid-blowing), political views (Republicans aren’t all anal), social status (rich girls are all stuck-up either), and sexual orientation (I may not be their type but I can still drool over them). I’m the type that if you flash your pearly whites and bat your eyes I’m yours to command.

Yeah, it does get me in a boatload of trouble sometimes, but what am I to do? I can see myself in my later years in the retirement home chasing little old ladies with my walker. Yeah baby, lets cut a rug and break our hips.

Before you ask, no I have not dated guys. Would I? I don’t rightly know. Tens years ago I would have said a resounding, now I’ m not so sure now. But I did date for a long time a lady who used to be a guy and I knew her when she was a guy.

So if I have offended you, my apologies but I ain’t changin’. You can go read someone else’s blog if you like.

Maybe it is time for some more Julia Hayes.

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