What makes a woman…how is a woman created, what are the components compulsory to have an exotic cocktail called A Woman? Why is that anyone who wears expensive make up, puts on a skirt or dyes their hair blond can be called a blond or a bird or a chick… and some will get wolf whistles strolling on the high heels… but when it is down to say she is a Real Woman, there is noticeable shortage of nominees…
...So what is it that makes a woman a woman? It is, actually, a man…a man makes a woman first FEEL like a woman which in turn encourages her WANT to be more of it and essentially transfers her plain self into magical and mysterious creature to loose your head over…sometimes even literally. I an tempted to violate the real etymological meaning of the word and suggest to change it to the woo-man…as in “wooed by a man”…a woman should be wooed by a man…only then she will feel like a woman, talk like a woman, look like a woman…it is all natural chemistry of the brains affecting the body cells and pushing them to vibrate at a different pulse rate. I’ve been told many things about what should I do to be a “woman”, it doesn’t work this way until the switch is turned on by a man to bring it all in action… languorous eyes, heaving breast, moist lips half open…slight move of a brow in as if in surprise at the wonder that she is…a smile that tells of promise…it is not in a “stand by” mode…it is a mode of anticipation…expectation of a match brought to the casual fireplace to start a blazing flare…it is a man who’s got what’s necessary to turn the Cinderella into a Queen of Hearts…it is a man who’s got the magic power to bring magic into a woman…
I can stand in front of the mirror and like what I see and feel good because of that…but it is only when I’m given a smile or a compliment, then I feel truly different. It is when I hear I’m attractive, physically and emotionally, I have this sudden urge to match the perception…men could be such a fools not recognising their power…and men can be such an evildoers, when they use it to their advantage…I’m yet to come across the one who knows how to use the magic and practices it freely…and I do believe that what makes a woman – a woman is – a man. Thank to you, my dear ex husband, you have taught me this lesson well. Pity you used the rule of contraries for it…
...So what is it that makes a woman a woman? It is, actually, a man…a man makes a woman first FEEL like a woman which in turn encourages her WANT to be more of it and essentially transfers her plain self into magical and mysterious creature to loose your head over…sometimes even literally. I an tempted to violate the real etymological meaning of the word and suggest to change it to the woo-man…as in “wooed by a man”…a woman should be wooed by a man…only then she will feel like a woman, talk like a woman, look like a woman…it is all natural chemistry of the brains affecting the body cells and pushing them to vibrate at a different pulse rate. I’ve been told many things about what should I do to be a “woman”, it doesn’t work this way until the switch is turned on by a man to bring it all in action… languorous eyes, heaving breast, moist lips half open…slight move of a brow in as if in surprise at the wonder that she is…a smile that tells of promise…it is not in a “stand by” mode…it is a mode of anticipation…expectation of a match brought to the casual fireplace to start a blazing flare…it is a man who’s got what’s necessary to turn the Cinderella into a Queen of Hearts…it is a man who’s got the magic power to bring magic into a woman…
I can stand in front of the mirror and like what I see and feel good because of that…but it is only when I’m given a smile or a compliment, then I feel truly different. It is when I hear I’m attractive, physically and emotionally, I have this sudden urge to match the perception…men could be such a fools not recognising their power…and men can be such an evildoers, when they use it to their advantage…I’m yet to come across the one who knows how to use the magic and practices it freely…and I do believe that what makes a woman – a woman is – a man. Thank to you, my dear ex husband, you have taught me this lesson well. Pity you used the rule of contraries for it…