It Has Become Rather Cliche'...

I find this article erotic. A man who can intelligibly articulate his thoughts through written word is for lack of a better word hot. Exquisite. Eloquent. Erotic.

Sir, I am a girl in highschool, and I am in AP classes, and I constantly lie to my frieds about being happy. And I knwo one of my reasons is because all of my guy friends are intimidated by me, and I cant..never mind, sorry. Your writing made me feel like Im special. And not a freak.

Wonderfully written. I agree very much that such a relationship as you describe is definately the best one can have. Mutual respect, intellect and understanding so that both partners can be both a challange and a support to the other. I'm sure any woman would be pleased to have a man like you in her life:)

The smartest of women I've met have non-chalantly dropped me on my ***.



I have a similar story of the first time I was truly smitten. However, I knew she didn't feel the same, and the day came to confess and said she was sorry, but that the feeling was not mutual. The punch that hits is worse when it's anticipated.



Smart women know what they want. And when that isn't you, they aren't going to hesitate to tell you so.

well said.

Ive heard men speak of their understanding of women,mostly bragging,and supposedly backed by their numerous conquests.And thats where it falls down,seeing women as conquests.Your piece is both insightful and informative,the only time I have read anything written by a man that states what is and should be.Really enjoyed reading this,thanks.

Ahh, if only you could share your wisdom with the rest of the worlds men. I'm lucky to have found my best friend of 5 years (hes also my boyfriend) in the first place. He truly appreciates my brain, and how it works. Because before the beginning of last summer, all other boys my age, and even grown men were intimidated by my straightforwardness, my opinions, honesty, and whatever measly knowledge I possessed and chose to share. Its still that way, I get ridiculed for it, because up here in the freezing north, men for the most part treat their women like **** and viceaversa, not all of us, though. Its men like you and my boyfriend that think (some?) women are smart, that make the buttheads who treat us as if we are children, fade and become nothing. Thank you, your wisdom should be known by all.

I'm a guy, and hearing the part of your story, where in the car, you told the girl that you loved her. The reaction of her taking your head in her hands, and her telling you that she knew, then went back to eating her ice cream, made me laugh.

I have a hard time laughing in this great depression our country is in.

Thank you for a moment of joy.

So I'm going to try and cut and paste this...there was a Nike ad in the 90's about women...it was in black and white (my favorite) it had a 12 year old girl, sitting on a bench, in a skirt, with a baseball glove on her hand...this is what the ad said...(I pulled the ad out and framed it, it was beautifully don I thought)



Find it fast:

94-year-old swimmers.

Barry Sanders-running back, Detroit

Beatrice Brophy and Barbara Anderson

Carlton Fisk, catcher, 21 years in the major league

Chinyere Vann

Did you ever wish you were a boy?

Fortunately, the Air Dri-Goat

Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Jerry Rice, wide receiver, Mississippi Valley State

Life isn't about keeping score

Listen

The look in Pre's eyes

Mike Powell, World Record Holder

Now this is a shoe for roads

The prince knelt down...

Remember P.E. class?

Slogans

STATISTICS

Steve Prefontaine in the insatiable spirit of Nike running

Tag

We are hedonists

Why are we so hard on ourselves

Why do I run?

Why do I run? (2)

A WOMAN IS OFTEN MEASURED

You are not a goddess

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE YOUR MOTHER







94-year-old swimmers.

89-year-old weightlifters.

99-year-old marathoners.

The back of SI is full of them.

People who forgot to retire.

And never got old.

People who realized:

It's easier to keep going

If you never stop.

JUST DO IT.

Get up. Get out.

Build up the muscle.

Get rid of the flab.

Go back to school.

Sell the TV.

JUST DO IT.

Master the curveball.

Pound the bag.

Rebuild an engine.

Jump-start a career.

JUST DO IT.

Bench press four big plates.

Dig for fossils.

Bicycle across Canada.

Save an endangered species - yourself.

JUST DO IT.

The only one who can tell you you can't, is you.

And you don't have to listen.



(photo of Nolan Ryan) Nolan Ryan, 7 no-hitter, 5,453 career strikeouts, 44 years of age.

See the ad



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Barry Sanders-running back, Detroit

Too often we are scared.

Scared of what we might not be able to do.

Scared of what people might think if we tried.

We let our fears stand in the way of our hopes.

We say no when we want to say yes.

We sit quietly when we want to scream.

And we shout with the others,

when we should keep our mouths shut.

Why?

After all,

we do only go around once.

There's really no time to be afraid.

So stop.

Try something you've never tried.

Risk it.

Enter a triathlon.

Write a letter to the editor.

Demand a raise.

Call winners at the toughest court.

Throw away your television.

Bicycle across the United States.

Try bobsledding.

Try anything.

Speak out against the designated hitter.

Travel to a country where you don't speak the language.

Patent something.

Call her.

You have nothing to lose

and everything

everything

everything to gain.

JUST DO IT.

Provided by Julianna Ludwig on September 10, 2003

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Beatrice Brophy, 72, and Barbara Anderson, 74

canoeists and guides in the Boundary Waters of Minnesota





YOU ARE OLDER, IT SEEMS, THAN SOME PEOPLE,



AND SO THEY CALL YOU OLD.



OLD, OLD, OLD. YOU HAVE WRINKLES YOU DO NOT COVER



AND YOUR HAIR IS GRAY AND YOU HAVE LIVED



FOR SOMETHING LIKE SEVENTY-FOUR YEARS ON THIS EARTH.



WITHOUT MUCH COMPLAINT.



there is nothing much to complain about.



BUT SOME PEOPLE LOOK AT YOU AND THINK YOU SHOULD



STOP NOW, REST NOW, GROW OLD NOW, GRACEFULLY.



BUT YOU LIVE GRACEFULLY ENOUGH YOU DON'T HAVE TIME



TO GROW OLD.





YOU HAVE A CANOE.



AND THAT CANOE HAS A RIVER.



AND THAT RIVER DOES NOT END.



and you watch the river flow and watch it flow



AND WATCH THE LEAVES CHANGE COLOR



AND WATCH YOUR HANDS TURN EIGHTY YEARS OLD



IN THE MIDDLE OF A RIVER BEND.



YOU HIKE THIRTEEN MILES AT THE END OF THE DAY



AND THIS IS HOW YOU REST, THAT IS HOW YOU REST.



SO LET THE YOUNG ONES SLEEP. LET THE WHOLE WORLD SLEEP.



YOU WILL SLEEP WHEN YOU HAVE TO.



YOU ARE CROSSING THE WATER, CROSSING THE WATER,



AND THERE IS SO MUCH WATER LEFT TO BE CROSSED.



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Carlton Fisk, catcher, 21 years in the major league

I don't want fifteen minutes of fame.

I want a life.

I don't want to be a flash in the pan.

I want a career.

I don't want to grab all I can.

I want to selectively choose the best.

I don't want to sell a company.

I want to build one.

I don't want to date a model.

OK, so I do want to date a model.

Sue me.

But the rest of my goals are long term.

The result of day to day determination.

I stay steady.

I redefine the word consistency.

Along the way there will surely be

moments of brilliance.

I am, after all, me.

But the moments will add up to something greater.

A record of excellence.

A plaque in a hall.

My name on a sandwich.

A family that's a team.

I'll never look back with regret.

I will always believe in the ideal.

I hope to be remembered, not recalled.

And I hope to make a difference.

JUST DO IT.

Provided by Julianna Ludwig on September 10, 2003

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Chinyere Vann

15, and the only girl on New York's Red Star basketball team





YOU HAD A BROTHER AND YOU WATCHED HIM PLAY BALL.



AND YOU MARVELED AT HIS HANDS.



AND YOU LOVED TO WATCH HIM RUN.



AND YOUR MOUTH OPENED WIDE & FAR



JUST TO WATCH HIM PLAY A GAME HE HAD LEARNED TO LOVE.



and the sound of the cheering had your head thinking:



I COULD DO THAT



I COULD DO THAT



I COULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.



AND SO, ONE DAY, YOU DID.





AND NOW YOU MARVEL AT YOUR HANDS.



AND YOU LOVE TO TURN AND RUN.



And you are 15 only 15 just 15 with a hero inside your head.



AND THE CHEERING SOUNDS LIKE A CHOIR.



AND THE CHOIR IS SINGING SOME NEW SONG.



AND THE SOUND OF THE SONG



HAS YOUR HANDS RISING AND SAYING:



I COULD LOVE THIS



I COULD LOVE THIS



I COULD BE IN LOVE WITH THIS.



AND YOU DO.



AND YOU CAN.



AND YOU ARE.



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Did you ever wish you were a boy?

Did you? Did you for one moment or one breath or one heartbeat beating over all the years of life, wish, even a little, that you could spend it as a boy? Honest. Really. Even if you got over it.



Did you ever wish that you could be a boy just so you could do boy things and not hear them called boy things, did you want to climb trees and skin knees and be third base and not hear the boys say, Sure, play, but that means you have to be third base.

Oh ha ha ha.



But did you ever wish you were a boy just because there were boys, and there were girls and they were them, and we were, well, we weren't them, and we knew there must be a difference because everybody kept telling us there was. But what was it?

You never knew. Like you knew that you were a girl (you run like a girl you throw like a girl you girl you) and that was great, that was swell, but you couldn't help wondering what it would be like if you...had been...a boy.

And if you could have been a boy, what difference would it have made? Would it have made you faster, cuter, cleaner? And if you were a boy, this incredible bouncing boy, what boy would you have been? All the time knowing no two boys are alike any more than all girls are.



So you wake up. And you learn we all have differences (Yes!) You learn we all have similarities (Right!) You learn to stop lumping everybody in the world into two separate categories, or three, or four, or any at all (Finally!) And you learn to stop beating yourself over the head for things that weren't wrong in the first place.



And one day when you're out in the world running, feet flying dogs barking smiles grinning, you'll hear those immortal words calling, calling inside your head Oh you run like a girl and you will say shout scream whisper call back Yes. What exactly did you think i was?



Provided by Chris Williams and http://www.angelfire.com/ok2/dinkieshenez16/ on November 21, 2002

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Fortunately, the Air Dri-Goat

Fortunately, the Air Dri-Goat features a patented goat-

like outer sole for increased traction, so you can taunt

mortal injury without actually experiencing it.

Right about now you're probably asking

yourself, "How can a trail running shoe

with an outer sole designed like a goat's

hoof help me avoid compressing my spinal

cord into a Slinky® on the side of some

unsuspecting conifer, thereby rendering me

a drooling, misshapen non-extreme-trail-

running husk of my former self, forced to

roam the earth in a motorized wheelchair

with my name, embossed on one of those

cute little license plates you get at carnivals

or state fairs, fastened to the back?"



To that we answer, hey, have you ever seen a

mountain goat (even an extreme mountain goat) careen

out of control into the side of a tree?



Didn't think so.



Provided by raggededgemagazine.com

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Jackie Joyner-Kersee

32, Runner and Olympic Gold Medalist





THERE WERE TIMES WHEN YOU WERE GROWING UP IN EAST ST. LOUIS



WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER FIT IN.



AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD ALWAYS STAND OUT.



AND YOU'D TALK TO YOUR MOTHER AND SAY TO YOUR MOTHER AND COMPLAIN



TO YOUR MOTHER



because that's what mothers are there for



THAT YOU WISHED THAT YOUR LIFE COULD BE AS NORMAL



AS OTHER PEOPLE'S NORMAL LIVES SEEMED TO BE.



AND THEN ONE DAY YOUR MOTHER WASN'T THERE ANYMORE.



AND THERE WAS NOTHING NORMAL



ANYWHERE ANYMORE.





BUT SHE TAUGHT YOU THAT YOU HAD A BODY AND YOU KNEW IT COULD MOVE.



AND YOU HAD A BODY AND YOU KNEW IT WAS FAST.



AND NOW WHEN YOU RUN IT'S HER FACE YOU SEE.



AND WHEN YOU HEAR THE WIND IT'S HER WORDS YOU HEAR.



AND YOU FIND SHE IS IN YOUR LEGS IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR FEET



IN YOUR BODY



JUST AS YOU WERE ONCE



IN



HERS.



AND YOU ARE GLAD THAT YOU GREW UP FAST.



YOU ARE GLAD THAT YOU GREW UP SO FAST.



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Jerry Rice, wide receiver, Mississippi Valley State

Mother and father told you repeatedly.

Crazy people talk to themselves.

Still you heard the voice.

Loud and clear.

JUST DO IT.

Lear how to hit a fastball.

Work on your left hand shot.

Study harder. Study longer.

Get a raise.

Crazy people talk to themselves.

And still you heard the voice.

JUST DO IT.

Lose the gut.

Master a third language.

Swim across a lake.

Climb the Tetons.

Go to the library and learn how electricity works.

Crazy people talk to themselves.

And still you heard the voice.

JUST DO IT.

Bench press your weight.

Finish a marathon.

Develop a backhand.

Switch careers.

Crazy people talk to themselves.

And finally, you realize, only a madman doesn't listen.

JUST DO IT.

Provided by Julianna Ludwig on September 10, 2003

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Life isn't about keeping score

Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which girl or guy likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it's about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about.



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Listen

Your heart is beating. This means you are



alive. Your body is moving. This means you cannot



be stopped. The world and all its labels are calling to



you. You'd love to answer. But you're moving so fast



you can't hear a thing.









Just do it.

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The look in Pre's eyes

Nobody else ever had it like that.



Sometimes when he ran he was trance dancing.



There were carpenters, mill workers, shopkeepers in the bleachers at Hayward Field. A competitor once said the cheering for Pre was so deafening, you almost wanted to stop running.



He ran the kind of race that made spectators yearn.



Pre died in 1975 in a car crash and it just about broke everyone's heart.



What would he have done with distance when he was 25 or 30 years old? He placed forth in the 72 Olympic five thousand and would have been 25 at the next Olympics. How far could he have gone? He didn't get a chance, we didn't get a chance to know.



What does a great runner who died almost twenty years ago have to o with Nike running shoes?



Everything



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Mike Powell, World Record Holder

When I was a kid,

I would run down the hallway of my house,

plant my lead foot just outside of the kitchen,

and jump through the dining room,

into the den,

over the green shag carpeting,

and I would land somewhere

in front of my Mom's

red leather easy chair.

It was on these occasions,

as I danced around the room,

imagining that I had just broken

the world record,

that my Mom would usually point out

that I had scratched on my take off,

or that my jump was wind-aided.

My Mom was a real comedian.

But then one day, I'm 27 years old and I'm in Tokyo,

and the scoreboard tell me I'm in second place.

So I take off down the runway,

hit the board clean, and leave the ground.

And I think about reindeer,

and dunking from the free-throw line,

and gliders, and slingshots, and Sir Isaac Newton,

and air.

And then everything gets really quiet.

And as I stare at the horizon,

at the peak of my jump,

I think I see,

just for a second,

my Mom's red leather easy chair

at the end of the pit.

JUST DO IT.

Provided by Julianna Ludwig on September 10, 2003

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Now this is a shoe for roads

and for valleys and for the simple cry of

freedom and land ho

and one foot,

let's not be coy,

in front of the other.



This is a walking shoe for walking for goodness sakes

and it's awfully clean and it's awfully white and, well,

"classic"

is a word you could just to describe it, and frankly

we really wish you would.

Provided by Julianna Ludwig on September 10, 2003

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The prince knelt down...

The prince knelt down and slipped the glass slipper over Cinderella's foot. And it fit just right. In fact, it fit almost as comfortably as the new Nike Air Huarache Plus. Which is built on a woman's last and which has a foot-hugging neoprene upper. So a woman can stop waiting for her stupid prince to come and go for a nice long run instead.



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Remember P.E. class?

Remember prison ball and jumping jacks and



how your P.E. teacher made you try to climb that rope that



hung from the ceiling and you never could, never?



Or how you had to do chin-ups and see how



long you could hang and you could only hang something



like 2.5 seconds but that wasn't good enough,



oh no,



you had to hang something like 65 seconds



and you could never do that and thank God it was only



pass/no pass and you got a pass just for showing up and



trying. Which was good.





But when you got older.



And P.E. teachers got smarter. Because now



you got graded. You got graded and at least once you got



the dreaded C or the equally dreaded C+ and there went



your whole grade-point average and speaking of average



that's what you were now: plain-old-just-mediocre-better-luck-



next-time-see-ya-later-average and you thought



Now wait just a gosh darn minute who,



exactly, is average? And the answer came back ringing loud



and clear over the top of that chin-up bar: Nobody.



You're not average because average is a lie.



You're not average because average means stuck and



you're not stuck, you're moving and becoming and trying



and you're climbing over every bit of fear or opinion or "no



you can't do that" you've ever heard.



So you scoff at average. You laugh. You



guffaw. And you run and you play and you move and the



more you tell your body that it is a well-oiled machine the



more it starts to believe you.





And then one night you have the craziest dream.



You're in the middle of your old gym. Your P.E.



teacher is standing there. She is grinning. There is a rope



before you. So you climb it. And there is absolutely no



place to go but up.







Just do it.

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Nike Slogans

Good news: It's a leap year. You can run 366 days.



There is no finish line.



Mary had a little shoe it's sole was full of air and anyone that Mary raced didn't have a prayer.



Runs end. Running doesn't.



Where your world becomes the next two strides.



Jack and Jill raced up a hill to see who was faster, Jack's feet were bare, Jill had NIKE Air, poor Jack could never catch her.



Test your faith daily.



Mother's, there's a mad man running in the streets, And he's humming a tune, And he's snarling at dogs, And he still has four more miles to go.



There are two types of people: Those who run and those who should. Nike believes in both.



SWOOSH The sound made when you blow by somebody.



You either ran today or you didn't.



It starts about the time I walk out my front door. I reach the woods, smell the river and I just feel myself come to life again. It's like yeah, I'm back.



WHO SAYS YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS?



MASHINE WASH

COLD WATER

DO NOT BLEACH

TUMBLE DRY

ENDURE

MASHINE WASH

COLD WATER

DO NOT BLEACH

TUMBLE DRY

PUSH YOURSELF

MASHINE WASH

COLD WATER

DO NOT BLEACH

TUMBLE DRY

HAVE HEROES

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STATISTICS

AND SIZES AND MEASURE-



MENTS DO NOT MAKE UP A WOMAN. THEY DO



NOT DESCRIBE HER FRUSTRATIONS OR HER VIC-



TORIES, HER EFFORTS OR HER INTENTS. BUT



THEY DO MAKE UP THE TOOLS SHE USES TO



COMPLETE HERSELF. WHICH IS WHY



NIKE DESIGNED THE AIR ELITE © ULTRA IN A SPEC-



IFIC WAY, IN A WAY TO



CUSHION YOUR FOOT



AS IT LANDS, TO PRO-



TECT YOUR FOOT FROM IMPACT, AND TO SUP-



PORT YOUR FOOT WITH EACH AEROBIC MOVE



YOU MAKE. BECAUSE STATISTICS MAY LIE WHEN



IT COMES TO WOMEN, BUT THEY AND



ARE VERY IMPORTANT WHEN



IT COMES TO SHOES.



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Steve Prefontaine in the insatiable spirit of Nike running

We made our first pair of shoes for him. We'll make our last pair of shoes for him. Pre would've liked the Nike Triax series for three tangible reasons. They're light. They're affordable (he ran about 100 miles a week and went through a lot of shoes). And they're technically superlative.



They're runners' shoes



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Tag

"Tag" is a complex game involving many complexities. Someone must first be "it." Once that is decided this temporary pariah tried to tag someone else, using stealth, speed, resourcefulness, and predatory instincts to transfer his or her "it-ness" to the other person. You can only tag someone with your hands. So if someone who is "it" tags you (with his or her hand) then you become "it" and they are no longer "it." They are free of "it" and can return to normalcy. You cannot immediately transfer your "it-ness" back to the person who was just "it," because there are no 'tag-backs' in Tag. The only way to lose is if you're one of the last two people in earth and are tagged by the other person. (Remember, no 'tag-backs.') However, it is conceivable to procreate with this person and tag the offspring.



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We are Hedonists

We are basically hedonists.



That's what makes us human.



And we were made to want pretty simple things:





Food.



Water.



Shelter.



Warmth.



And pleasure.



We want what feels good.



We need the thrill that comes from being good at something.



The thrill of doing what we weren't sure



we could ever actually do.





Nobody wants the thrill more than a runner. The high, the scream,



the finish line that keeps going and going,



and going.



Because of course there isn't one.





Now a runner runs because she has faith.



Faith the road will carry her.



Faith her knees will last one more mile. And one more mile.





And she knows that running isn't food. And it isn't shelter.



And it isn't even, at the end of the day,



really all that warm.



But it is how she finds pleasure.





And on every road,



there it is again.



If it feels good then just do it.



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Why are we so hard on ourselves

and so much easier on others? Did somebody



say something once that stuck in our brains and won't



go away? Did we mispronounce something in French,



did we trip in front of some guy, did we make some



huge mistake that we've never gotten over?



What haunts our fine bodies and our fine



hearts and makes our heads spin with an image



of ourselves we can't accept? We tell our



friends not to be so hard on themselves and we tell our



loved ones not to be so hard on themselves and we tell



ourselves



we're just not being hard enough.



We are such funny women sometimes. We



blame ourselves when blame does not apply (terrible



word, that blame). We feel guilty about what we should



have done better (terrible word, that should). We are



harder on ourselves, harder than we would be on



anybody else, anybody. Complete strangers! Big dogs!



People we don't even like!



And the things we expect are so darn



weird, things our mothers once said we should be



able to do or our fathers wanted us to achieve or our



great Aunt Charlotte wanted us to try and they didn't



know that their words would stick



like glue to our hearts with a list of



expectations wrapped around it. Look: all these



expectations get old, real old, and only you know



when to yell uncle.



Uncle. Uncle. Uncle.

Because for one moment of your life you feel like



feeling ... perfect. You feel like dashing into those hills



or those open roads or right into the air itself



and that's just what you might do



so Ha



You feel like that rusty old image you carry



is slipping away, right over the edge of a mirror and out



of view. You feel like moving and if you trip, you trip, if



you fall, you will get up. And the air feels like it will



carry you and push you and it's like nothing your feared



it would be. And of course everything you expected it



would.







Just do it.

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Why do I run?

I'm the last man on the Arcata High cross country team.



I was third to last in our league meet.



My brother got 12th.





I run for the glory.



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Why do I run?

They said I was the best high school runner in the last 20 years.



Then they said I was washed up and burned out.



A WOMAN IS OFTEN MEA-

SURED BY THE THINGS SHE CANNOT



CONTROL. SHE IS MEASURED BY THE WAY



HER BODY CURVES OR DOESN'T CURVE, BY



WHERE SHE IS FLAT OR STRAIGHT OR ROUND.



SHE IS MEASURED BY 36-24-36 AND INCHES



AND AGES AND NUMBERS, BY ALL THE OUT-



SIDE THINGS THAT DON'T EVER ADD UP TO



WHO SHE IS ON THE INSIDE. AND SO IF A



WOMAN IS TO BE MEASURED LET HER BE



MEASURED BY THE THINGS SHE CAN



CONTROL, BY WHO SHE IS AND WHO SHE IS



TRYING TO BECOME. BECAUSE AS EVERY



WOMAN KNOWS, MEASUREMENTS ARE ONLY



STATISTICS. AND STATISTICS LIE.



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Finance...is that a Liberal Arts degree? I know I missed something. You must be one of those few and far between Renaissance men...My dad and mom, ok Renaissance women, but neither has been good a finance. I'm not printing anything until you publish, I believe you're work is that good. I am not flattering you, though I appreciate art in all forms, i'm not good a poetry, but yours is fabulous.Have you always written poetry? It's so different from someone who know's finance..that's the only reason I ask....forgive the grammar please, I have an iguana in the computer and a parrot who's a princess trying to distract me...though I think she likes your poetry too. :)

Apastone... wow! Resurrected story! I'm glad you enjoyed it and now know that yes, you are appreciated. Feel free to print it out. ; ) Thanks for the compliment, as I do love writing. My degree is actually in Finance, so I'm proud to say that I can count too.

Wow! Can I print this and put it up? I've always been attracted to smart men...genius level smart. The problem though, is that for some reason they were intimidated of me. A couple were proud to be out with an intelligent, attractive woman. Most haven't been. A friend once told me that when you are that smart, there's going to be something a little off mentally...I've often wondered since intelligent men are very attractive to me...So it is a pleasant surprise to hear someone say this. I'm actually now smiling for the first time in a week:) Thank you! Your writing is very good too. Did you get your college degree in Liberal Arts too? Take care...

A southern man who knows how to appreciate a smart woman................life is good

Happily stalked a smart woman here and really enjoyed the read ST. Hope the smart woman in my life has done the same thing and is feeling appreciated ;)

well written and i concur totally.



b

I am humbled in the presence of all this royalty. ; )



Queen... Duchess... thank you for your comments, and for your obvious intelligence.

Appreciation for intellectual acuity simply begs for my attention...

How did I know that you'd stumble in here before long?

Perfectly stated and having first-hand experience with the topic I feel I can say absolutely correct.:)

Like others here I was greatly inspired by your words. I agree you were fortunate to have met a smart woman so early in life. I have met some smart women in my life. I feel that it is of up most importance to meet the women that complements your togetherness. In any relationship communication is the key. However, many of the smart women that I have met at my age have been around some many guys that are not that bight. Therefore, their altitude seems to be more of control and domination, being that the men in their life like the ability. Like many others here you have awaking me with your post. It helped me realize what may have kept me single. I live in a region where there are many smart women but there are also more homosexual women than straight. Many women here with highly intellectual abilities utilize those abilities for monitory gain. Which is somewhat sad because when they meet an intellectual man. He will accept the scene for what it present and will have to move on no mater how much he may love her. Although, intelligence and control are not sonorous therefore an intelligent man will not want control for intelligence breads in a since of fairness and equality. Nevertheless, Intelligence means that you will do the right thing even when it hurts. If you are just looking to date then a challenge is great. But when you are ready to settle down; you want your challenges in the corporate world and peace and serenity at home.

How true I seemed to take forever finding my wife but now 40 years later I still relish the day. Hows that go "still crazy after all these years."

Please tell me you have put it in practice, because me, like most of those who have spoken, love those qualities in good men.

I "can agree" that an Intelligent Woman CAN be more Interesting "than one who LACKS Knowledge AND Wisdom. However, I "wonder" HOW "wise" SUCH Women "ARE" capable of being.

Question:

If 'I' wanted TIME- with such a woman- TO RELAX For Awhile, DO NOTHING "but sit around and RECHARGE "my mind.body AND spirit" (as a result of YEARS of Homelessness); WOULD "she" ALLOW/ACCEPT 'this' ?

Without ANY! External "preassure" for ME to do 'anything' ??

THAT, to "me", WOULD be a "wise" "intelligent" Female.

Having/Possessing "SUCH FAITH" in me As A Human Being that 'I' EVENTUALLY "would" change- Feel Inspired "once again" About Life AND "Live Up to HER Expectations". Thoughts ???

spirit... thanks. Good to hear from some of the other guys around EP.



search... continue doing just that. We're harder to find, as are you, but it's worth the time and effort.

I have read so many profiles on various dating sites that are very distasteful. If I could just find a profile written in the manner you have written this piece I’d consider myself one lucky lady and contact this man. I would know what to do when I caught him. I would have an intelligent conversation because I am a smart woman and I like smart men.



It is so enlightening to know there are men out there that consider a women with a brain and not fear her. Bravo on the piece. You have given me hope to move on with my search for a smart man.

Chocolate & Eugenie... thanks for the comments. Their are more of us out there than you may realize, it's just that like smart women, we're a bit harder to find.



Stimulate my body, and I'll ravish you for a night... stimulate my mind, and I'll ravish you for a lifetime.

Mate you've made my day. It's fabulous to know that some men are not intimidated by a woman who can think. Thank you for this post, it's been wonderful to read.

Beautiful, beautiful. You are wonderful; thank you for written such as a marvelous piece, it makes me appreciate myself knowing that there are men like you out there who like and love women like that; peace and much respect to you.

personally I like a caring guy more than a smart guy

padma

I dunno...men seem to be intimidated by me.