Secure In One's Womanhood
This is the last Saturday of peace and quiet I have for about the next 6 weeks. I have something scheduled every weekend until the middle of next month. Its exciting and overhwelming all at the same time.
Next weekend is my brother's stag party. Billed as "2pm to Jail", this stag party has the feeling one gets before they go on a rollercoaster, a strange mix of excited and frightened of the possibilities.
Stag's haven't changed much over the years really. A large assembly of testosterone, both young and old, gathering to drink, eat, drink, laugh, drink, puke, laugh some more, drink and finally if the bash has any quality to it at all, be entertained by the presence of at least one naked female.
Its a special day in the life of the groom because it is supposed to be the final opportunity for him to "sow his oats" before the blessed day. He is ofter that supposed to give up all that sort of happiness before he settles into a life of....marital bliss?
After that, you are only supposed to have fun outside the marriage if you go to another stag party and of course, only as a...uh.... casual observer...yeah that's it..casual observer.
Wives know what to expect when their little casual observer goes to a stag party. They know they are going to get drunk and look at a live naked chick.
For me these things have a different meaning than they used to. I like every healthy American male, do enjoy seeing disrobed females with the best of them. Why 20 years ago that would've been the reason to get up in the morning.
However life is different for me. I've now seen literally thousands of naked women in one capacity or another and while they never cease to amaze me, there is now more to life.
Why many years since my last stag of any kind, I can tell you who was there, but I can't tell you what the naked chick looked like. Well lets just say I couldn't pick her out in a lineup.
I for one and looking forward to seeing some people I haven't seen in years. That would mean a lot more to me.
As for the wives of the casual observer, they jokingly say they are going to set up a legal fund and things like that. Doodle, who is overstocked with jealousy inventory, isn't even concerned about this and that says a lot for her maturity.
Most wives view this happiness as clean fun for their casual observer.
Yet it will amaze you who isn't comfortable with the whole thing...
My son Dave has been dating a girl Samantha for over 2 years. Unless you have gone blind recently, you will notice she is overqualified to date my son. Dave is a handsome chap in his own right, but his girlfriend is downright beautiful if I do say so myself.
Many people have likened this relationship to that of the sitcom "King of Queens". I think that's overstated somewhat, but I can see the simile and more importantly, they get along very nicely.
Dave calls me up the other night to ask me questions in the presence of his woman, who is cocncerned that her man is going to look at a naked girl that isn't her. Dave asked me all the right questions, relayed all the right answers to her satisfaction so he can go to this event, with or without her concerns.
I couldn't help to think that of all the women of the males going to this event, the one who should have the least concern her man might act inappropriate, is in fact the MOST concerned!
It took me many years to put this together in my head and maybe I'm a little slow, but now its as clear as day to me. Occasionally I felt as I grew older that I missed out on something years ago, but now I can see I've missed nothing at all. Youth isn't all its cracked up to be I guess.
A girl can look like a beautiful woman, but it really is maturity that turns a girl into a woman.
I thought about this and discovered today is a great day to be me!
Next weekend is my brother's stag party. Billed as "2pm to Jail", this stag party has the feeling one gets before they go on a rollercoaster, a strange mix of excited and frightened of the possibilities.
Stag's haven't changed much over the years really. A large assembly of testosterone, both young and old, gathering to drink, eat, drink, laugh, drink, puke, laugh some more, drink and finally if the bash has any quality to it at all, be entertained by the presence of at least one naked female.
Its a special day in the life of the groom because it is supposed to be the final opportunity for him to "sow his oats" before the blessed day. He is ofter that supposed to give up all that sort of happiness before he settles into a life of....marital bliss?
After that, you are only supposed to have fun outside the marriage if you go to another stag party and of course, only as a...uh.... casual observer...yeah that's it..casual observer.
Wives know what to expect when their little casual observer goes to a stag party. They know they are going to get drunk and look at a live naked chick.
For me these things have a different meaning than they used to. I like every healthy American male, do enjoy seeing disrobed females with the best of them. Why 20 years ago that would've been the reason to get up in the morning.
However life is different for me. I've now seen literally thousands of naked women in one capacity or another and while they never cease to amaze me, there is now more to life.
Why many years since my last stag of any kind, I can tell you who was there, but I can't tell you what the naked chick looked like. Well lets just say I couldn't pick her out in a lineup.
I for one and looking forward to seeing some people I haven't seen in years. That would mean a lot more to me.
As for the wives of the casual observer, they jokingly say they are going to set up a legal fund and things like that. Doodle, who is overstocked with jealousy inventory, isn't even concerned about this and that says a lot for her maturity.
Most wives view this happiness as clean fun for their casual observer.
Yet it will amaze you who isn't comfortable with the whole thing...
My son Dave has been dating a girl Samantha for over 2 years. Unless you have gone blind recently, you will notice she is overqualified to date my son. Dave is a handsome chap in his own right, but his girlfriend is downright beautiful if I do say so myself.
Many people have likened this relationship to that of the sitcom "King of Queens". I think that's overstated somewhat, but I can see the simile and more importantly, they get along very nicely.
Dave calls me up the other night to ask me questions in the presence of his woman, who is cocncerned that her man is going to look at a naked girl that isn't her. Dave asked me all the right questions, relayed all the right answers to her satisfaction so he can go to this event, with or without her concerns.
I couldn't help to think that of all the women of the males going to this event, the one who should have the least concern her man might act inappropriate, is in fact the MOST concerned!
It took me many years to put this together in my head and maybe I'm a little slow, but now its as clear as day to me. Occasionally I felt as I grew older that I missed out on something years ago, but now I can see I've missed nothing at all. Youth isn't all its cracked up to be I guess.
A girl can look like a beautiful woman, but it really is maturity that turns a girl into a woman.
I thought about this and discovered today is a great day to be me!
posted by CuzzinDave at 5:52 PM
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