Sometimes a Crime is good and being good is what we all want to be.
Some years ago, I was dating lovely young girl, she was what you would call very feminine. I felt it was a real treat just to have others see you with her on ones arm. The last time I saw her, she slammed the door in my face. If I called her on the phone, the moment she heard my voice, she would hang up. There was never any reply to letters or notes that I tried to get to her. She never had a friend that would carry a message to her. Whatever the reason she closed me out of her life, I am sure she didn’t arrive at it easily. I felt like I had been convicted without a chance to defend myself! But this is the end of the story, let’s go back to the beginning!
The year was around 1944 or early 1945. I was a Navy Sea Bee and had just returned to the states. The place was, Port Hueneme training station close to Ventura Calif. It was a small town called Oxnard. I can’t recall, for certain, but I think we met at a dance in this small town. I had danced with her several times, but she showed no interest in me at all. I did manage to find out where she was working and later I called to make an inquiry about her. What I got was a name, no address or phone number. A second call, using her name and a life or death story, got me a phone number.
I took her to a few movies, out to dinner once or twice and we spent a little time walking and talking, not really saying anything about our-selves. You could say we were going together with no commitments. I don’t remember why, but one day I bought her a gift. It was a beach set that had a beach umbrella, beach towel, beach blanket, a girls swim suit, all matching in design and color.
One day she borrowed a car and we drove up the coast a ways, planning to return about sunset. Find a place on the beach and watch the sun go down and maybe go for a swim. We arrived at the beach later than we had planned and the sun was just setting. There must have been a thousand or more people on the beach with umbrellas open, blocking the view, but we found a place between others and she spread out the blanket, while I went to the bath house to put my swim suit on. She had worn hers, under her clothing. I returned, but the sun had gone under. It was hard to see and I called her name to find out just where she was. She answered and I went toward where her voice came from. I was close and said: where are you I can’t see. She said I am right here and I am looking but couldn’t see her. All the open umbrellas and colors being the same, it seemed that everyone on the beach had one of them beach blanket sets. She giggled and told me to feel around, but I had lost my mark, that was when Arnold Schwarzenegger came in to the picture.
No, it really wasn’t Arnold, it was just another muscle bulging beach bum saying that I had kicked sand on his blanket. Would you believe this made the guy angry. This is where she rescued me! Other people were picking up their stuff and leaving. It was dark and she needed to go to the rest room and said: she really didn’t want to go swimming. So off she goes carrying her basket, purse and told me to gather up our stuff and meet her at the car.
Some years ago, I was dating lovely young girl, she was what you would call very feminine. I felt it was a real treat just to have others see you with her on ones arm. The last time I saw her, she slammed the door in my face. If I called her on the phone, the moment she heard my voice, she would hang up. There was never any reply to letters or notes that I tried to get to her. She never had a friend that would carry a message to her. Whatever the reason she closed me out of her life, I am sure she didn’t arrive at it easily. I felt like I had been convicted without a chance to defend myself! But this is the end of the story, let’s go back to the beginning!
The year was around 1944 or early 1945. I was a Navy Sea Bee and had just returned to the states. The place was, Port Hueneme training station close to Ventura Calif. It was a small town called Oxnard. I can’t recall, for certain, but I think we met at a dance in this small town. I had danced with her several times, but she showed no interest in me at all. I did manage to find out where she was working and later I called to make an inquiry about her. What I got was a name, no address or phone number. A second call, using her name and a life or death story, got me a phone number.
I took her to a few movies, out to dinner once or twice and we spent a little time walking and talking, not really saying anything about our-selves. You could say we were going together with no commitments. I don’t remember why, but one day I bought her a gift. It was a beach set that had a beach umbrella, beach towel, beach blanket, a girls swim suit, all matching in design and color.
One day she borrowed a car and we drove up the coast a ways, planning to return about sunset. Find a place on the beach and watch the sun go down and maybe go for a swim. We arrived at the beach later than we had planned and the sun was just setting. There must have been a thousand or more people on the beach with umbrellas open, blocking the view, but we found a place between others and she spread out the blanket, while I went to the bath house to put my swim suit on. She had worn hers, under her clothing. I returned, but the sun had gone under. It was hard to see and I called her name to find out just where she was. She answered and I went toward where her voice came from. I was close and said: where are you I can’t see. She said I am right here and I am looking but couldn’t see her. All the open umbrellas and colors being the same, it seemed that everyone on the beach had one of them beach blanket sets. She giggled and told me to feel around, but I had lost my mark, that was when Arnold Schwarzenegger came in to the picture.
No, it really wasn’t Arnold, it was just another muscle bulging beach bum saying that I had kicked sand on his blanket. Would you believe this made the guy angry. This is where she rescued me! Other people were picking up their stuff and leaving. It was dark and she needed to go to the rest room and said: she really didn’t want to go swimming. So off she goes carrying her basket, purse and told me to gather up our stuff and meet her at the car.
At the Car! “where in hell did we leave the car”! I never found the damn car! but I did find the bath house, now I couldn’t find the key to the locker where my clothes were. A person working at the bath house got the locker open for me!
I spent the night on the beach waiting for the sun to come up. No one was left on the beach, only a few of them hippy shacks with no sign of life. No car to be found and no girl anywhere. As I said, She wouldn’t speak to me on the phone. Wouldn’t answer a letter. It wasn’t long after that, the Navy had plans for me to be relocated at Coronado Island, just off shore from San Diego.
You have heard people say: It’s a crime that some women look so good and I don’t! It’s a crime the way she walk’s, it’s a crime that she is so gorgeous! Yes, when one is on the other end of being pretty, it is always a crime. But these people work at it, they try to look better, it makes them feel good. Who wouldn’t want people to turn their heads to look at them when they are so pretty, as opposed to turning their head away so they don’t have to see what is going by. One is not born with beauty they all have the same physical appearance. It’s what they do with these features, that makes the difference. When the word feminine is used, you should also use words like, trusting, innocent, tender, easily hurt.
If you are a woman, look feminine! Wear cute shoes and not boots or ugly foot wear. Get rid of them sloppy shoes. Women need to look fragile, so the man knows she may break if he isn’t gentle, also looks expensive. Poise is important, the way you walk, the way you talk and don’t try to make men thing you are smarter than they are. But don’t hide your intelligent either.
Regardless, of the way you look, you can always improve yourself! Wear fashionable clothing that makes you look good. If you are going to wear Jeans, be sure they fit and not too tight or too large.
I spent the night on the beach waiting for the sun to come up. No one was left on the beach, only a few of them hippy shacks with no sign of life. No car to be found and no girl anywhere. As I said, She wouldn’t speak to me on the phone. Wouldn’t answer a letter. It wasn’t long after that, the Navy had plans for me to be relocated at Coronado Island, just off shore from San Diego.
You have heard people say: It’s a crime that some women look so good and I don’t! It’s a crime the way she walk’s, it’s a crime that she is so gorgeous! Yes, when one is on the other end of being pretty, it is always a crime. But these people work at it, they try to look better, it makes them feel good. Who wouldn’t want people to turn their heads to look at them when they are so pretty, as opposed to turning their head away so they don’t have to see what is going by. One is not born with beauty they all have the same physical appearance. It’s what they do with these features, that makes the difference. When the word feminine is used, you should also use words like, trusting, innocent, tender, easily hurt.
If you are a woman, look feminine! Wear cute shoes and not boots or ugly foot wear. Get rid of them sloppy shoes. Women need to look fragile, so the man knows she may break if he isn’t gentle, also looks expensive. Poise is important, the way you walk, the way you talk and don’t try to make men thing you are smarter than they are. But don’t hide your intelligent either.
Regardless, of the way you look, you can always improve yourself! Wear fashionable clothing that makes you look good. If you are going to wear Jeans, be sure they fit and not too tight or too large.
Have you ever felt that a man was undressing you with his eyes, isn’t that a great feeling?
Man is less interested, in a female that is nude, he has an imagination and he wants to use it! Most women are overweight, and they could have done something to prevent it, Yes, I know that keeping ones weight down, is hard to do. But a lot of women do, and these are the ones you want to look like. Some cinch them-selves up tight in the middle and pad their bras, to look better. Some have hip pads to aid their figure. Now they can’t take a deep breath or move around and are afraid to eat anything. There are few things in this world of ours that are perfect or easy to do, so why do you think that is?
I am sure everyone has heard that old saying, anything worth doing is worth doing well! Or nothing good in life is free. The life you have is the life you made for yourself. There is no limit to what you can accomplish.
If you want to turn a man’s head, Don’t slap him in the face!!!!!
Who am I, you ask? I am a man that you are trying to impress, that is who I am!
Call me when you become rich or when you lose two hundred pounds!
Call: USA- AMAN
Man is less interested, in a female that is nude, he has an imagination and he wants to use it! Most women are overweight, and they could have done something to prevent it, Yes, I know that keeping ones weight down, is hard to do. But a lot of women do, and these are the ones you want to look like. Some cinch them-selves up tight in the middle and pad their bras, to look better. Some have hip pads to aid their figure. Now they can’t take a deep breath or move around and are afraid to eat anything. There are few things in this world of ours that are perfect or easy to do, so why do you think that is?
I am sure everyone has heard that old saying, anything worth doing is worth doing well! Or nothing good in life is free. The life you have is the life you made for yourself. There is no limit to what you can accomplish.
If you want to turn a man’s head, Don’t slap him in the face!!!!!
Who am I, you ask? I am a man that you are trying to impress, that is who I am!
Call me when you become rich or when you lose two hundred pounds!
Call: USA- AMAN
Ben R.
Sept. 7, 2009
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