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Comment on A Conversation to Rival Porky’s Revenge by rachy

rachy — Sun, 19 May 2013 01:31:21 +0000

I also have no opportunity for unexpected men in our little 10′ x 15′ patio/backyard, except the couple fo times when some drunk, homeless guy decided to dry out there and nap on one of the patio chairs. Life in the city!

Also, no hot guys in the office, as I work with fellow engineers (read: guys who are nerds).

Enjoy the scenery in the suburbs.

PS—Not knowing what MILF meant, I found out it could also stand for the “Moro Islamic Liberation Front.” So, let’s consider two things: 1) I live a mere 4 blocks from the home of the Boston Marathon terrorists, and 2) that men are more likely to call me “sir” than MILF, perhaps this definition is more applicable to my life!

Latest encounter with a hot young man: He sees my back and all 6′ feet of me as I’m going into the elevator with my bike helmet and bag, he calls out “please hold it, my man!” After riding in to work with a helmut, my hair is worse than air-dried, so I guess from the back I could be a guy. But, then, getting on the elevator, he sees my face, and begins to profusely and repeatedly apologize for calling me a guy, finally offering to buy me a stiff drink as he exits the elevator. But, we know that won’t happen. I continue on the my floor and my fellow nerds.

Bottom line: I’ll take “ma’am” any day!

Comment on A Conversation to Rival Porky’s Revenge by Punky Coletta

Punky Coletta — Sat, 18 May 2013 23:15:42 +0000

Yes! What kind of pool boys are not shirtless???

Comment on A Conversation to Rival Porky’s Revenge by Karen N

Karen N — Fri, 17 May 2013 17:18:59 +0000

I had a contractor call me about 90 minutes before he was supposed to stop by for an estimate, asking if he could come right away instead. You can bet that I was putting on makeup, deodorant, and a bra while I called him back to say, “Of course!” If he had called from the driveway I would’ve ducked, ninja-style, and stealthily slunk down the hallway out of sight rather than open the door in my Mom/Cleaning woman mode.

It happens. Somedays, what else do you have going on than to ogle eye-candy? I routinely channel my inner 14 year old boy and my friends and I have raunchy conversations that nobody else would want to hear! Thanks for offering up some of yours!

Comment on A Conversation to Rival Porky’s Revenge by Emily

Emily — Fri, 17 May 2013 00:32:03 +0000

Love this…and I’d say the guy standing up was definitely worth going for a hair blow-out…you gals are so lucky to live in the land of backyard pools…all we have up here in the northeast are the occasional fireman and if we’re truly lucky, a new tennis pro comes to town.:)

Comment on A Conversation to Rival Porky’s Revenge by Alison

Alison — Thu, 16 May 2013 15:24:46 +0000

Ok, where’d she get them? I think my BFF needs her hot tub serviced.

Comment on A Conversation to Rival Porky’s Revenge by PinotNinja

PinotNinja — Wed, 15 May 2013 22:51:16 +0000

My signature move might be to pretend that I’m “just about to go for a run” when I know that our hot contractor is stopping by. And by “just about to go for a run,” I mean putting on full make-up, spending 20 minutes putting my hair in the perfect perky ponytail, and pouring myself into an adorable work-out outfit that has never seen a drop of sweat.

And it’s all worth it to get a smile from him. Screw affirmations about my intelligence, this is the best way to boost my self-confidence.