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Good morning Decadent readers!! I have a problem. My muse has
run off with the milk man. As a result I cannot string two words together let
alone write a coherent blog post. So, I’ve decided to let my favorite character
take over today. He kind of has a one track mind and that track usually runs
right across a woman’s….well you get the idea. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
Horndog.
Good morning, my minions!! I would have posted a whole lot
sooner, but Harper wouldn’t let me post without her approval so I had to wait
for her to get home from getting her nails done. They look great by the way,
red with sparkles. Gots to love a woman with long red nails. There is
nothing better than feeling a woman claw into your…..sorry, I got sidetracked.
Anyway, here’s my first Daily Dose of Decadence post.
I love women. I love all women. They could be short, tall, thin,
curvy, it doesn’t matter I love them all. They’re all a gift from God. I
don’t understand why some women are single. I don’t care what you look like,
every woman has a mysterious power over men in general. When a woman focuses
that power and unleashes it on one man, that man has absolutely no hope. You
see, I’m a man, and as a man I know that I am completely helpless when a woman
bats her eyes at me. Her mother could be a cave troll but if that woman makes
me think she’s going to let me into the holy of holies, I’m all hers.
The problem is women have completely unrealistic
standards. They all dream of a knight in shining armor riding in on a clear war
horse, the knight picking that woman up with one hand, throwing her on the back
of his saddle, and riding off into the sunset. Here’s the problem with that. If
a guy actually did that, most women would look at him and say, “Seriously.
What? Are you LARPing?” Then the guy would feel totally emasculated and left
wondering where he went wrong. I’ll tell you where he went wrong. He went wrong
when he bought that damn suit of armor and rented the freaking horse!! He
should have just walked up to the girl at work and said, “Hey, you wanna get a
drink?” Does he do that? NO! You want to know why? Because he knows you have
these completely ridiculous fantasies! In his mind he thinks he has to pull off
some sort of taking the one ring to Mt Doom epic quest just to get you to
notice him.
Once you do actually give the poor guy a chance he thinks he has
to make your life a romantic comedy starring Meg Ryan. He thinks he has to just
know when you’ve had a crappy day without you saying a word. He thinks he has
to guess what your favorite food is. He thinks he’s supposed to know by the
mystic vibes you’re giving off if it’s OK for him to kiss you. So the whole
time he’s trying to read your mind and he’s just hoping and praying that your
mind isn’t speaking Wookie.
It’s not easy ladies. You’re always talking about men not
sharing their feelings. You want to know why they don’t share their
feelings. They’re to freaking busy trying to decode yours! We know that we get
one chance, one chance to trick you into going to bed with us. And trust me,
that IS every man’s ultimate goal. If we screw up that one chance, if we pick
the wrong restaurant, we know we’re going to be in the penalty box for at least
four more dates. You think you have it rough trying to decide which dress shows
just the right amount of cleavage to say you’re giving him a shot but you’re
not showing him all the goods at dinner. Try sitting across from that! Throw us
a bone ladies! Have the balls to just come right out and say what you want.
It’s simple, you say, “Horndog, I don’t like you and I don’t dislike you. I’m
willing to give you a chance. I like flowers. I hate teddy bears. I like
Chinese. I hate Italian. You won’t get lucky on the first date, but if I go out
with you few more times you probably will.” It’s that easy. No one gets hurt.
No one is making wild ass guesses. No one goes home thinking they were wronged
by the love gods. And guys don't waste three month’s salary on medieval
battle wear.
Horndog out.
Horndog
is a character in the novel by Katie Harper, Never Say Just.
Katie
Harper started writing when two people showed up in her head and wouldn't leave
until she told their story. They had a party, invited a few friends over. Now
she spends her days doing the bidding of imaginary people. She lives in a city
made for sin on the edge of a desert with her daughter, no pets and enough
lemon bundt cake to feed a refugee camp.
3 comments:
Gotta love Horndog!
Congrats on your new release, Katie! :) Going to grab a copy now.
Thanks Jessica!
And thank you Decadent Publishing for letting Horndog rant. Now maybe he'll leave me alone about the stupid American Idol audition.
Lol, loved the blog! Congrats on your release!
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