While the man's away I play all day. Ssshhhh

While the man's away I play all day. Ssshhhh

Who do you look like?

We've probably all been told we look like a celibrity or two.  Face it, there's only so many combinations of genetics so someone is similar to someone.  I'm of Scottish and French-Canadian descent and couldn't find any of that mix in my Google search but I will post pictures of people I've been told I resemble.

Uma Thurman.  I was told this by a couple of people, most notable an ex-boyfriend's children.  I took it as a compliment, but I've since found out people don't think she's pretty - so maybe they were negging me!  Uma is of Swedish, German and Danish decent.

Tanya Roberts from the old school Charlie's Angels show.  I think its her strong features which I posses as well.  Tanya is of Irish and Jewish descent.

Diane Keaton.  I think it's her cheeks, I have a very similar look.  Personally when I see her on the big screen I see my Mom, so there's got to be a resemblance.  Diane is of Irish and English descent.

Scarlett Johanson.  I love her look, I take this as a huge compliment.  I think it's her jawline and side face that strikes people as similar to mine.  Scarlet is of Danish and German Jewish descent.

When I took the picture of myself on the right and entered it into a software program it said the person I most resembled was Eva Mendes.  I wish.  I simply don't have the sex appeal and although my lips are decent, they're not luscious like hers.  Eva is of Cuban descent and I am of Scottish, French-Canadian.

I think we all look like someone, we all remind someone of someone, and they say there is one doppelganger per person in the world.  Have you found yours?

Any readers interested in sharing in the comments who they look like celebrity wise?

Who do you look like?

We've probably all been told we look like a celibrity or two.  Face it, there's only so many combinations of genetics so someone is similar to someone.  I'm of Scottish and French-Canadian descent and couldn't find any of that mix in my Google search but I will post pictures of people I've been told I resemble.

Uma Thurman.  I was told this by a couple of people, most notable an ex-boyfriend's children.  I took it as a compliment, but I've since found out people don't think she's pretty - so maybe they were negging me!  Uma is of Swedish, German and Danish decent.

Tanya Roberts from the old school Charlie's Angels show.  I think its her strong features which I posses as well.  Tanya is of Irish and Jewish descent.

Diane Keaton.  I think it's her cheeks, I have a very similar look.  Personally when I see her on the big screen I see my Mom, so there's got to be a resemblance.  Diane is of Irish and English descent.

Scarlett Johanson.  I love her look, I take this as a huge compliment.  I think it's her jawline and side face that strikes people as similar to mine.  Scarlet is of Danish and German Jewish descent.

When I took the picture of myself on the right and entered it into a software program it said the person I most resembled was Eva Mendes.  I wish.  I simply don't have the sex appeal and although my lips are decent, they're not luscious like hers.  Eva is of Cuban descent and I am of Scottish, French-Canadian.

I think we all look like someone, we all remind someone of someone, and they say there is one doppelganger per person in the world.  Have you found yours?

Any readers interested in sharing in the comments who they look like celebrity wise?

Shallow Hal, aoefe style.

I've been accused in real life of being shallow.  I don't believe that'll be a stretch for most of you to believe, look at how I've set this blog up.  Pictures of me abound.  Some believe I seek validation and others think I mustn't have anything between my ears.  Firstly we are visual creatures.  We like knowing what people look like.  Think of your favourite anonymous bloggers, don't you have a picture of them in your head?  Don't you hope they don't have faces made for radio?  We fall in love with persona's on the web, we create fantasies built by their responses and posts and we picture them in our heads.  When I first started commenting at Roissy I decided to back up my claims as a datable female by posting pictures.  I wanted to be taken seriously, which is kind of ironic since I post half naked pictures of myself, but truthfully I wanted to be 'seen' as authentic.   I think I earned some respect and heck if nothing else I earned some interest.

But that's the internet, what about real life.  I have been called shallow in real life, rarely to my face, but I know that people have thought it and said it to others.  Why?  Because I dress nice and take care of myself.  I am not afraid to use gentle intervention if the situation calls for it in order to remain datable therefore I look a lot younger than I am which creates jealousy.  It's gender specific this belief of my shallowness, no surprise that it's women,  most of whom stopped taking care of themselves at the age of 30 or marriage whichever came first.  I think it also rubs some women the wrong way that I'm feminine about my approach, I wear mostly pretty dresses and heels, I don't wear slutty, tight fitting clothing which makes me harder to dismiss.

Some people have shallow attitudes, they are much more focused on the external than what takes place underneath.  Personally I believe the outer should reflect the inner.  I think beauty is important both in character and in appearance and beauty of character should be the stronger emphasis.  I know it's not my character that's being questioned and I don't say that blindly.  I am authentic about what I write here and that shows in my real life persona too.  The accusation for me simply comes from appearance.

I don't pay attention to the haters having already worked through my motivations in my own head.  I admit I like attention both here and elsewhere and if looking good helps me get it, all the better.  Looking good has many payoffs beyond the obvious, I have never been turned down for a job, I have no problem dating, I'm trusted more at first glance, I am seen as intelligent, and for the time being while my attractiveness lasts I am seen as sexually viable.  Is it worth it to work it?  Hell yea.

Shallow Hal, aoefe style.

I've been accused in real life of being shallow.  I don't believe that'll be a stretch for most of you to believe, look at how I've set this blog up.  Pictures of me abound.  Some believe I seek validation and others think I mustn't have anything between my ears.  Firstly we are visual creatures.  We like knowing what people look like.  Think of your favourite anonymous bloggers, don't you have a picture of them in your head?  Don't you hope they don't have faces made for radio?  We fall in love with persona's on the web, we create fantasies built by their responses and posts and we picture them in our heads.  When I first started commenting at Roissy I decided to back up my claims as a datable female by posting pictures.  I wanted to be taken seriously, which is kind of ironic since I post half naked pictures of myself, but truthfully I wanted to be 'seen' as authentic.   I think I earned some respect and heck if nothing else I earned some interest.

But that's the internet, what about real life.  I have been called shallow in real life, rarely to my face, but I know that people have thought it and said it to others.  Why?  Because I dress nice and take care of myself.  I am not afraid to use gentle intervention if the situation calls for it in order to remain datable therefore I look a lot younger than I am which creates jealousy.  It's gender specific this belief of my shallowness, no surprise that it's women,  most of whom stopped taking care of themselves at the age of 30 or marriage whichever came first.  I think it also rubs some women the wrong way that I'm feminine about my approach, I wear mostly pretty dresses and heels, I don't wear slutty, tight fitting clothing which makes me harder to dismiss.

Some people have shallow attitudes, they are much more focused on the external than what takes place underneath.  Personally I believe the outer should reflect the inner.  I think beauty is important both in character and in appearance and beauty of character should be the stronger emphasis.  I know it's not my character that's being questioned and I don't say that blindly.  I am authentic about what I write here and that shows in my real life persona too.  The accusation for me simply comes from appearance.

I don't pay attention to the haters having already worked through my motivations in my own head.  I admit I like attention both here and elsewhere and if looking good helps me get it, all the better.  Looking good has many payoffs beyond the obvious, I have never been turned down for a job, I have no problem dating, I'm trusted more at first glance, I am seen as intelligent, and for the time being while my attractiveness lasts I am seen as sexually viable.  Is it worth it to work it?  Hell yea.

Gluteus Maximus Comparative Analysis Kardashian style

Aoefe left and Kardashian right (no duh).
Well because I know my readers are into all things scientific, I thought I'd do a comparative analysis of Kim Kardashian's buttox and my own.  It didn't take much research to find out that Kardashian maximizes her maximus with the help of some booty hugging garments.  My lady like summer dress does not in fact highlight the underside curve of my buttox and leaves one to guess at the potential.  Fortunatly I'm not above the reveal and I'd already shown this to its full (pun intended) advantage in HNT - Ass Edition.

That said, it's very apparent that even with my curve revealed, I do not in fact measure in any way close to the Kardashian appendage.  Scientific study concluded.

Gluteus Maximus Comparative Analysis Kardashian style

Aoefe left and Kardashian right (no duh).
Well because I know my readers are into all things scientific, I thought I'd do a comparative analysis of Kim Kardashian's buttox and my own.  It didn't take much research to find out that Kardashian maximizes her maximus with the help of some booty hugging garments.  My lady like summer dress does not in fact highlight the underside curve of my buttox and leaves one to guess at the potential.  Fortunatly I'm not above the reveal and I'd already shown this to its full (pun intended) advantage in HNT - Ass Edition.

That said, it's very apparent that even with my curve revealed, I do not in fact measure in any way close to the Kardashian appendage.  Scientific study concluded.

Hot Mess

Crap, my room is messy, but seriously I'm starting to look like a hot mess!  Come back boyfriend!

Hot Mess

Crap, my room is messy, but seriously I'm starting to look like a hot mess!  Come back boyfriend!

Those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.

I am having one of those summers.  A yellow, golden summer.  The lazy, hazy days of summer are mine.  My brain's muscle has been tightly wound for a long time, years in fact and I can feel the kinks working themselves out.  I have worked more than full time for the last ten years and now I can actually see summer stretching before me rather than running behind me.

I'm one happy, schmappy chick.

Those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.

I am having one of those summers.  A yellow, golden summer.  The lazy, hazy days of summer are mine.  My brain's muscle has been tightly wound for a long time, years in fact and I can feel the kinks working themselves out.  I have worked more than full time for the last ten years and now I can actually see summer stretching before me rather than running behind me.

I'm one happy, schmappy chick.

Hot, Not and a Going to Be

Cream coloured pants are from my BIGGEST days, leather pants are from my rock star days when I was a teeny-tiny stage hottie.

I think it's humanly impossible to jump into those leathers again, I was 21 and that says it all.

Fortunately I'm not the larger size anymore (haven't been for a long time) and am working myself into a sweet spot, which will lie somewhere in the middle of the two.  Photo to the right is me today holding up my fat pants.  I was depressed in a relationship with the wrong man and tried to eat myself happy. Plus I thought it didn't matter how I looked once I had a man who loved me.  (dumb dumb dumb)

The larger pants are size 14 and the leather ones are  a 4.  I was 34, 24, 34 when I wore them.  Hot, hot, smokin' hot.  No wonder the dude who snapped me up did.  If only I'd known how damn much market value I had then.

The good news is I'm much closer to hot than not because I work it!  Yay!

(I hope this is an inspiring post to women, if I can do it, so can you.)

Hot, Not and a Going to Be

Cream coloured pants are from my BIGGEST days, leather pants are from my rock star days when I was a teeny-tiny stage hottie.

I think it's humanly impossible to jump into those leathers again, I was 21 and that says it all.

Fortunately I'm not the larger size anymore (haven't been for a long time) and am working myself into a sweet spot, which will lie somewhere in the middle of the two.  Photo to the right is me today holding up my fat pants.  I was depressed in a relationship with the wrong man and tried to eat myself happy. Plus I thought it didn't matter how I looked once I had a man who loved me.  (dumb dumb dumb)

The larger pants are size 14 and the leather ones are  a 4.  I was 34, 24, 34 when I wore them.  Hot, hot, smokin' hot.  No wonder the dude who snapped me up did.  If only I'd known how damn much market value I had then.

The good news is I'm much closer to hot than not because I work it!  Yay!

(I hope this is an inspiring post to women, if I can do it, so can you.)

Embarrassing and Mortifying

My guy and I were doing a car deal with a 76 year old Italian Canadian.  A character to say the least.  The first day when we came to look at the vehicle he ordered me to sit in his garage while they talked mechanical stuff.  I said I was fine, that I'd been driving but he said and I quote, "oh for Christ sake sit down!".  Of course I did, being me.

The second time we saw him was to give him cash and apply the new license plate to it and drive away.  While my incredibly hot, sexy and gorgeous boyfriend screwed the license plate on this 'lovely' gentleman said, "We like our women large eh", then he looks at me and continues, "my wife is husky like you too."

HUSKY!!!!  Husky?!  HUSKY!!!

My man who was attaching the license plate turned around to see my reaction and I was smiling and taking it all in stride, while inside dying a million deaths.

We'd had to take my vehicle because my guy was driving the new one and it seemed like forever before I could get in and let the tears spill.  I was mortified, not only to be called husky, but to be called it in front of my man!  What man wants to be with a girl described as husky??

We were driving to meet at a coffee shop and when I saw him the tears were still in my voice and I told him I had hurt feelings.  My guy thought I was joking because to him it was an obvious joke that I'd been called husky.  He saw right away I was genuinely upset and hugged me told me the guy was an idiot.

Still...it makes me realize I have some work to do in regards to my body.  I've not 'let' myself go, but have been more lackadaisical than I've been in the past.  No way Jose' do I want to become the comfortable 'fat' girlfriend.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life - or something like that.

Embarrassing and Mortifying

My guy and I were doing a car deal with a 76 year old Italian Canadian.  A character to say the least.  The first day when we came to look at the vehicle he ordered me to sit in his garage while they talked mechanical stuff.  I said I was fine, that I'd been driving but he said and I quote, "oh for Christ sake sit down!".  Of course I did, being me.

The second time we saw him was to give him cash and apply the new license plate to it and drive away.  While my incredibly hot, sexy and gorgeous boyfriend screwed the license plate on this 'lovely' gentleman said, "We like our women large eh", then he looks at me and continues, "my wife is husky like you too."

HUSKY!!!!  Husky?!  HUSKY!!!

My man who was attaching the license plate turned around to see my reaction and I was smiling and taking it all in stride, while inside dying a million deaths.

We'd had to take my vehicle because my guy was driving the new one and it seemed like forever before I could get in and let the tears spill.  I was mortified, not only to be called husky, but to be called it in front of my man!  What man wants to be with a girl described as husky??

We were driving to meet at a coffee shop and when I saw him the tears were still in my voice and I told him I had hurt feelings.  My guy thought I was joking because to him it was an obvious joke that I'd been called husky.  He saw right away I was genuinely upset and hugged me told me the guy was an idiot.

Still...it makes me realize I have some work to do in regards to my body.  I've not 'let' myself go, but have been more lackadaisical than I've been in the past.  No way Jose' do I want to become the comfortable 'fat' girlfriend.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life - or something like that.

Sexual variety is the spice of life!

I promised a post on the boudouir.  Specifically the importance of variety.  Men like women.  Men like looking at women.  Men like looking at women they can picture themselves having sex with.  All men look, some are more obvious about it than others.

I think I'm like most women when I say I don't want my man poking his stick in some other chicks paint can (bad euphemism sorry).  He can look, but not touch.  I want him to confine his touching to moi.  Knowing his biological drive to spread his sperm to many of the female population I'm going to ensure he gets a few options in our bedroom.  No I don't mean bringing in a third.  My last boyfriend tried to go there and I was like "I dump you beotch!"

Variety has to do with the mind.  What kind of girl are you?  As in what are you going to be this time.  For those of you who don't like to act, it's not role play per se.  It's a frame of mind and you have to choose one.  The only limit is your imagination.  To get you started I'll give you a few rough outlines.  Remember the frame is in your mind, don't worry about who you are, it's who you will be for the time being.

Ingenue - Nervous, eager to please, unschooled but oh so willing to do what she needs to do to get ahead (or get head...ahem).

Suggested Attire: Flowery feminine dress that ends mid-thigh (or higher).  Can be lingerie but make sure it's not trying too hard.  White panties, can be cotton or silk.  No thongs.  Boy shorts, bikini's allowed.  NO Grandma panties!!!  No stained underwear (this should go without saying, but just in case)

Femme Fatale - Experienced and confident in her sexual self.  Knows what she has and is willing to share it with the 'right guy'.

Suggested Attire - Long or short silky lingerie.  A silk robe would add a nice touch.  It should look classy not cheap.  A boa could be added and is a great prop for tying up later.

Call Girl or Prostitute - All business of a sexual nature.  Asks her man what his pleasure will be and then gets to it.  She can negotiate for 'price'.  Great way to get something in return.

Suggested Attire - Come fuck me boots  or 4" heels (non negotiable).  Red or black clothing. Thigh high stockings.   Skanky/slut look you get the picture.

Sporty Spice - All spunk (for spunk).  Some aggressive, high energy moves.  Competitive girl and wants to win the prize for best orgasm.

Suggested Attire - One of his shirts, either button down or tee.  A pair of knee high socks, tennis shoes and pony tails add to the overall effect.

Lastly,

Sex Kitten - Seductive, sensual, lady like.  This kitten purrs sweet nothin's in her man's ear and gets him ready for play time.

Suggested Attire - Femine, girly stuff.  Can be see through, but should be flowy enough not to reveal everything - that comes later.




I am a pleasure to have in bed.  I'm not saying that to brag either, it's just a fact.  I know it's because for me there are no hang-ups when it comes to sex.  I love the pleasure it brings and I love to give pleasure.  The desire to give and receive is where it's at.   Give him variety ladies, it'll bring you both pleasure.

Sexual variety is the spice of life!

I promised a post on the boudouir.  Specifically the importance of variety.  Men like women.  Men like looking at women.  Men like looking at women they can picture themselves having sex with.  All men look, some are more obvious about it than others.

I think I'm like most women when I say I don't want my man poking his stick in some other chicks paint can (bad euphemism sorry).  He can look, but not touch.  I want him to confine his touching to moi.  Knowing his biological drive to spread his sperm to many of the female population I'm going to ensure he gets a few options in our bedroom.  No I don't mean bringing in a third.  My last boyfriend tried to go there and I was like "I dump you beotch!"

Variety has to do with the mind.  What kind of girl are you?  As in what are you going to be this time.  For those of you who don't like to act, it's not role play per se.  It's a frame of mind and you have to choose one.  The only limit is your imagination.  To get you started I'll give you a few rough outlines.  Remember the frame is in your mind, don't worry about who you are, it's who you will be for the time being.

Ingenue - Nervous, eager to please, unschooled but oh so willing to do what she needs to do to get ahead (or get head...ahem).

Suggested Attire: Flowery feminine dress that ends mid-thigh (or higher).  Can be lingerie but make sure it's not trying too hard.  White panties, can be cotton or silk.  No thongs.  Boy shorts, bikini's allowed.  NO Grandma panties!!!  No stained underwear (this should go without saying, but just in case)

Femme Fatale - Experienced and confident in her sexual self.  Knows what she has and is willing to share it with the 'right guy'.

Suggested Attire - Long or short silky lingerie.  A silk robe would add a nice touch.  It should look classy not cheap.  A boa could be added and is a great prop for tying up later.

Call Girl or Prostitute - All business of a sexual nature.  Asks her man what his pleasure will be and then gets to it.  She can negotiate for 'price'.  Great way to get something in return.

Suggested Attire - Come fuck me boots  or 4" heels (non negotiable).  Red or black clothing. Thigh high stockings.   Skanky/slut look you get the picture.

Sporty Spice - All spunk (for spunk).  Some aggressive, high energy moves.  Competitive girl and wants to win the prize for best orgasm.

Suggested Attire - One of his shirts, either button down or tee.  A pair of knee high socks, tennis shoes and pony tails add to the overall effect.

Lastly,

Sex Kitten - Seductive, sensual, lady like.  This kitten purrs sweet nothin's in her man's ear and gets him ready for play time.

Suggested Attire - Femine, girly stuff.  Can be see through, but should be flowy enough not to reveal everything - that comes later.




I am a pleasure to have in bed.  I'm not saying that to brag either, it's just a fact.  I know it's because for me there are no hang-ups when it comes to sex.  I love the pleasure it brings and I love to give pleasure.  The desire to give and receive is where it's at.   Give him variety ladies, it'll bring you both pleasure.

The possibility of an L word

In a conversation with a friend of mine today I realized my crazy life hadn't interfered with my blogging rather my new PVR had!  I have replaced one outlet with another.  I'm not pleased with the replacement.  I would much rather connect with you than than turn off my brain cells while watching reality TV, so tonight I'm refusing to turn it on.

The picture to the left is a pencil app. that I applied to a picture I took today.  My biggest celebrity crush is on Steven Tyler and his feathers rock!  I had a few applied today in my homage to him.  Well not exactly true, I got them because I haven't yet seen any Western Canadian women rocking them and I wanted to be the first!

As I mentioned in my last post I'm very close to doing the biggie with my boyfriend.  Ya that's right peeps...doin' the move in.  We have to talk about it some more but both of us are anxious to spend more time together and this would obviously allow for it.

I really like him and damn it I think I could say the Big L word in a quiet moment.  First person I've come close to feeling that with since my big ole' long term, which ended a looooong time ago.

When I met this dude I couldn't really keep my hands to myself.  That's not the norm for me.  I don't usually feel that level of attraction at first go.  He's very hot whatever that means to you.  I'd say a mix of alpha and beta qualities.  He could get anyone he wants, yet he wants not only a sexual equal but a woman with qualities and values he admires.  He says we are a match.  I believe he's right.  He's a bit enigmatic at times, which for me works.  I can't have him all in my back pocket or I'll get bored.

Time will tell they say.  We shall see...

The possibility of an L word

In a conversation with a friend of mine today I realized my crazy life hadn't interfered with my blogging rather my new PVR had!  I have replaced one outlet with another.  I'm not pleased with the replacement.  I would much rather connect with you than than turn off my brain cells while watching reality TV, so tonight I'm refusing to turn it on.

The picture to the left is a pencil app. that I applied to a picture I took today.  My biggest celebrity crush is on Steven Tyler and his feathers rock!  I had a few applied today in my homage to him.  Well not exactly true, I got them because I haven't yet seen any Western Canadian women rocking them and I wanted to be the first!

As I mentioned in my last post I'm very close to doing the biggie with my boyfriend.  Ya that's right peeps...doin' the move in.  We have to talk about it some more but both of us are anxious to spend more time together and this would obviously allow for it.

I really like him and damn it I think I could say the Big L word in a quiet moment.  First person I've come close to feeling that with since my big ole' long term, which ended a looooong time ago.

When I met this dude I couldn't really keep my hands to myself.  That's not the norm for me.  I don't usually feel that level of attraction at first go.  He's very hot whatever that means to you.  I'd say a mix of alpha and beta qualities.  He could get anyone he wants, yet he wants not only a sexual equal but a woman with qualities and values he admires.  He says we are a match.  I believe he's right.  He's a bit enigmatic at times, which for me works.  I can't have him all in my back pocket or I'll get bored.

Time will tell they say.  We shall see...