Always a lady… (except sometimes)

Be proud of that blush.

Yes, I am Army Strong.  Proud that I served.   Yep, I learned a thing or two about cussing, and defending myself along with my country.  Oh and a whole lot about about nothing I wanted to learn about!  But I digress, I learned that I will never, ever fail to be a female.  I will never forget, even with no make up, no high heels, and wearing an androgynous uniform, I am a lady with lace panties underneath it all.

About that cussing thing – I am southern grown gal – so grandma did teach me how to cuss like a lady.   We just kinda mispronounce those words, add a splash of southern accent and a little “uh huh sugah” or “God bless ur lil heart” to it.   (That didn’t exactly fly while in uniform so I did learn to blend in,  Bless my lil heart.)

I can get dirty, shoot guns, crawl through the mud, blah blah blah…. but at the end of the day I want a man beside me.  I am not talking about some shiny white Knight to come save me.  I am talking about a man with scars, knicks, and scratches – who has actually proven he has lived and survived.  Who can’t wait to slosh through the mud with me and see me blush when he rips off my clothes to get to those lace panties!

Many moons ago, back in my college sorority days, we were visited by an alumna and lectured about being ladies.  I must mention that some of us needed this lecture! So one of my sisters challenges this woman saying – there is NO WAY to be a lady getting in and out of Camaro in a short skirt – oh my!  I’ll be gosh-darn-it-all sugah if we did no learn right then and there how to be a lady getting in and out of a Camaro!

Lesson learned- it has actually been burned into my psyche, be a lady no matter what you are doing.

Yes, my fellow females, this means no matter what, from the board room to the bar, be a lady, act like a lady.  Act like trash, get treated like trash.  That is completely your choice.  Kindly remember that all choices come with consequences, good or bad consequences, there are consequences.

Now, I did say sometimes its ok NOT to be a lady, hmmmm, thinking, thinking, thinking… I am sure you can fill in the blanks here,  I started to blush and lost my train of thought…

Be proud of that blush! And love the man who can still make you blush like a little girl.  Never forget, that you are definitely a female underneath it all.   Your blush is beautiful.

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Author: The Private Woman

Discussing the differences, celebrating the masculine and feminine and how we belong together.

One thought on “Always a lady… (except sometimes)”

  1. Most excellent article!

    Still blush if someone stares to long at me and will look away. I will be totally oblivious to a man constantly winking at me thinking he must have a strange tick with his eye. :o)

    Do an article on men flirting or being gentlemen. (love me a cowboy hat gentlemen…oooh goosey bumps!) I don’t know WHY some of these women say… where have all the good men gone, ’cause I meet plenty when going out to do errands. They smile at me, allow me to have the right of way in a store with a large cart, complimented my attire, ask me the time (yesterday) ask me for help, have wolf call me, (three weeks ago) let me cut in line, bring out dog food, open doors, tip their hats, even young men have stared at me ( a month ago ), etc, etc, etc…

    ( and no, I don’t know them! )

    Really, I am NOTHING special. I think for me, it shows a LOVE for masculine men and allows them to be, well, themselves. Good/bad or indifferent. I allow how they will show themselves to me, and I accept them.

    So what are these women talking about exactly?

    Like

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