my curse…

damn my roving eye!

its so difficult this day and age to be a man of fidelity. everywhere you turn there is a barrage of seductive women, all of them tempting with their “come hither” stares and scantily clad greased up bodies, photoshopped faces, dye jobs and plastic parts. they are in the magazines, on the tv, their sultry voices whisper over the airwaves. they are why the internet exists. they hock sexual pleasure along with toothpaste, hamburgers and automobiles. its so hard to not look, to not be a voyeur in this peep show of a society. and its even harder to do it and not get caught.

so rather than keeping the secret ill just go ahead and admit my faults and admit to my pig headed neanderthalic behavior and expose my roving objectifying eye. my multi-decade-transcending-imaginary-girlfriend donna johns is gonna be so pissed. but i cant help it, not when i am forced meet chicks like emeline goulsby, class of 1932, every day at my archiving job…

oh, emeline. i suddenly have the urge to buy some toothpaste, eat a burger and drive a sports car.