I read an article today about men engineering getting dumped by their girlfriends as it was easier to be the dumpee than the dumper. This satisfies the womans inherent need to be the aggrieved party and the mans need to be free. One of the suggestions is to ask your girlfriend who her dream date is, to which she will inevitably reply 'Brad Pitt. And who is yours?' to which you reply bluntly 'The receptionist at work.'
Anyway, I thought I would find an excuse to post a picture of a bikini clad babe on my blog before my handful of readers scarper elsewhere in search of internet porn, or think this is a heavy political site. Any members of the male race reading this I'm sure will agree that the female portuguese bum has hypnotic qualities not usually associated with other countries (well, apart from Brazil). It's a masterpiece of rounded femininity and I have decided is the reason that all portuguese men wear sunglasses 24 by 7, so they can get a sneaky eyeful on the way by.
Anyway, I thought I would find an excuse to post a picture of a bikini clad babe on my blog before my handful of readers scarper elsewhere in search of internet porn, or think this is a heavy political site. Any members of the male race reading this I'm sure will agree that the female portuguese bum has hypnotic qualities not usually associated with other countries (well, apart from Brazil). It's a masterpiece of rounded femininity and I have decided is the reason that all portuguese men wear sunglasses 24 by 7, so they can get a sneaky eyeful on the way by.
Mind you, portuguese men are not the shy and retiring types when it comes to looking at women. For unlike us conservative Brits, they have no problem with looking at a woman as if SHE is THE first, and THE most beautiful woman they have EVER seen!
To walk down any street with Pink Flamingo (she doesnt want to be a stork) and Little Stork, you start to notice the strange reactions all around, with long lingering stares and tongues hanging out. In fact, I have had to start walking around with a bucket to save the unfortunate men, embarrassingly, from dribbling down their shirts.
All this is to the good as it surely works wonders for the female ego. I have never really understood the mentality in the UK where you are guaranteed to get a slap for having the temerity to look at a woman, let alone hold a door open for her. The portuguese seem much more relaxed about the whole thing. Maybe its something to do with Portugal being a catholic society where the symbol of femininity is carried around on high in religious festivals.
And on the subject of guarantees, the title of this piece will ensure that every woman passing by this site will read it - guaranteed!
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