I cant believe how rough a man has it.

The first six or 7 years he has a woman yelling at him to put the toilet seat up

The next 50 years they yell at him to put the toilet seat down

After that they forget about the toilet seat they are just happy to have a man

A man has to put up with a woman's morning sickness

A man has to deal with a woman's PMS

And later a woman's hot flashes

I had it even rougher than most I came home one night and I thought my wife had framed our marriage certificate. A few weeks later I looked and it was her American Kennel Club registration

FROM CHARLES FRONT PORCH:

Last night I was sitting on the porch drinking my tea and thinking about women. Actually women s Boobs. Let me explain.

Yesterday when I logged on to check my email there was an article about what not to buy your woman for Valentines day. The jest of the story was no lingerie. Women hate lingerie men buy for them because it never fits right and it is really for the mans pleasure not theirs.

In the comments section a woman posted that she was in Thailand and needed a Bra bad. She was at the outdoor market which is common in that part of the world and a man was selling lingerie. She looked at the bras but all were sized in European sizes and she had no clue what size she needed. The caretaker of the stall was a little old man who spoke broken English. She ask him what size she would wear as she didn't understand the sizing system. The little old man reached out grabbed her boobs and cupped them like you would fruit. He squeezed them to check for firmness, he raised them in his hands as high as he could then dropped them to see how much they sagged then he picked out a Bra and handed it to her. She thought the fitting method odd but said that was the best fitting Bra she had ever owned. I guess the moral is some boob men know what they are doing.

In 2000 the State took my business for a Highway project so I decided to retire early. It didn't take long until I was bored. One day I was at the JC Penny outlet store and they had a sign displayed seasonal help wanted. I filled out an application and a couple days later they called me for a interview.

The interviewer was a very beautiful young woman mid to late 20s. After only a few minutes she told me they would like to hire me for the Christmas season. She explained the Lingerie manager was on maternity leave and they needed someone to replace her and they expected her to be out about two months. I was shocked. Lingerie? I explained to the young lady all I knew about lingerie was women s panties and that was only because I had over 50 years experience pulling them off. She couldn't hold it and broke out laughing. She explained that I didn't need to know anything about lingerie since they were a outlet store and only sold what the company sent them and since I had a extensive retail background and was capable of making sure the dept was orderly, merchandise on the floor and the ability to supervise the three employees I was the best candidate for the job. I took the job and learned that most women have no clue about what size they are they buy the size they want to be. I remember one lady who bought a Bra. She was probably a 34 a and she bought a EEE.

When I was a child there was no such thing as a unwed mother, Shotgun shells were very cheap. Believe me if a girl became pregnant it was because they wanted to be. In those days a mother glued her daughters knee caps together before she would let her date plus the fact women wore girdles so tight that Arnold Schwarzenegger would have trouble pulling it off. Heck if you ever got one off you were so tired and it took so long you had forgotten why you wanted it off.

There is no purpose of our chat this week except to let you know old men are not senile, we have learned from life experiences and some of us have a sense of humor. I have found that old people are some of the most fun people alive or either the most miserable bastards on the face of this earth and should be taken into the field and shot like a rabid dog to get them out of their misery. If I ever get like that I hope I run to he field with a handful of shotgun shells. Well I have tried to put a smile on your face this week I only hope I succeeded.

Charles Melton

cmltn42@yahoo.com

Someone ask if I were a Daddy Dom this is my reeply you will find this teels even more  what i see

You ask if I were a Daddy Dom, My answer was not clear as I had to ask myself if I were, I thought about this all night and this is my answer,

I was a young man in 1971, my first wife had died and I was alone a old country boy in New York City exploring life, I read in a alternative newspaper about BDSM and D/S. In the spring of 1972 I attended a meeting what we now call munch. Withing 30 minutes I knew I was a Dom and have not looked back since, Times were different then but when a collar went around a woman’s neck it meant:

I will Protect you

I will Feed you

I will clothe you (my choice of garments)I will provide

health care

In return you become my property You will give up all free will

You will do as told make no difference if you might have thought It to be disgusting in your previous life, You will never be ask to do anything that does permanent harm or land you in jail.

You would be my wife

slut

plaything

baby girl

sweetie

love of my life

Times have changed not many men can afford a 1950s household, or be a Daddy Dom

A collar is more binding than any marriage license,

I am outraged when I see a woman post that she has a collar of consideration, That is today’s jargon saying I am playing with someone

Three women have worn my collar, Two were for a defined period of time and one was the same as a marriage license and she did become my wife, If I meet someone that has potential she will know that I have a collar and she will know where it is at all times, If she chooses that she wants to wear it she will approach me collar in her hands face lowered drop to her knees ask even beg to wear it, If I choose to put it around her neck she is owned and will be my little girl as well as my slut I will be her Daddy and much more she will be molded into the woman I want.

I hope this clears up my answer

Charles