Layers Please

May 19th, 2010 By Jane | No Comments »

Why do women dress slutty to impress men? This question was recently (this morning) asked by a male friend.

My only answer to this is that women who don slutty wear past the age of seventeen (And that’s pushing it.) simply don’t know how to retain information that will help themselves.

This really should be a non-issue. Haven’t they realized that the type of attention that is gained through such ensembles is primarily negative? Other women, who are dressed appropriately aren’t typically inclined to be friendly to the girl who shows up wearing chest for dinner. And the men who approach these women, don’t usually take them seriously.

I’m sure these women have experienced one, two, or both, of the examples I have stated, so the only rational reason as to why they keep dressing the way they do, is that they refuse to learn what works and what doesn’t.

For some reason such women think that dressing like a street walker will hook a man. And it just might, for several nights, but that’s all they’re getting. ‘Pretty Woman,’ is a splendid movie, I watch it every chance I get. But it’s just a movie. Those things actually don’t happen. I have never met or heard of anyone that has experienced anything in the like of such ‘Pretty Woman’ experiences.

What these women need to do is put on a sweater and some pants. I promise it will only do good things for you. Maybe a blazer under a T-shirt? I want these ladies to know that skin isn’t even in right now. What’s in is covering up as much as you can, layering is in.

And if dressing skimpy is a way of having fun for you. Do it on vacation. Do not do it during everyday life. If you’re a mother, it is guaranteed that you are embarrassing your children. They’re embarrassed enough as it is by the process of growing up. They don’t need any extra stress. If the having of children is a non-issue, then I’m sure your friends  have their concerns about this. And if your friends dress like you, then they should reading this as well.

If you have to ask, is this too short, while in front of the mirror, that’s a yes.

The above is an example of well dressed women. These are office looks, but the office is a location where one should especially dress appropriately.

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Powerhouse

May 18th, 2010 By admin | 5 Comments »

I lieu of the D Files this week, we bring you an introduction to Letty’s upcoming novella, Powerhouse

By Letty Livingston

I have to put the search for Bea’s daughter Sam down for a

minute in order to let you in on a huge announcement.

Meeting Tyler in The D Files led to an Internet buzz. We, here are MTLS [my true love story] and The Trues, had to answer the calling and are presenting some more about “the man formerly known as Tyler,” Bea’s ex-husband who had returned to Philadelphia after twenty years of being in the dark.

Well, as we all know, names are changed in The D Files and Tyler is not Tyler. He is not Peter Parker either, but for the sake of the publishers’ need for protecting the privacy of the people herein, Tyler of Confessions of an Ex-Stripper is going to be called Peter Parker. He is going to be the leading man in a brand spanking new novella Powerhouse.

I am going to let you meet Peter and the other players, along with some of the other juicy details of the novella that will unfold in front of your eyes, including but not limited to desperate yearnings for love, fetes of daring and desperation, espionage and counterintelligence, sex, more sex, and murder. Yes, murder!

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Diary of a Single Girl

May 15th, 2010 By admin | No Comments »

Hello Readers,

Welcome to our new series Diary of a Single Girl, which follows Dana, a 26-year-old Indiana native, now in NYC working for a big PR firm and looking to find love…or at least a little action. Check back on the site every Saturday for updates on her adventures.

Nick called me the Tuesday after our Sunday date. On Wednesday we were g-chatting. Thursday I invited him out to happy hour with Brie, Jackie, and Kiev. Nick came with his coworker Charlie, and  Seth (Amy was working late).

It was a pretty typical after-work drinks thing, until later in the evening where Nick and I were making out wildly. He walked me home, holding my hand, then we made out some more near my apartment. It was hot, an answer to this adrenalin rush I’d been feeling all week talking to him or thinking about him. I wanted desperately to invite him up, but I also didn’t want to rush things, so I exercised my self-control muscle.

Yesterday we were g-chatting a little at work. He was going to the game with some friends, I knew that, but he still didn’t make plans with me for this weekend or even next week which is kinda making me feel weird.

So today’s kinda an ick Saturday, good for cleaning the house. Not sure what to do tonight yet…

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