In my teens it was unpopular to be the smart girl. Boys wanted pretty and flirty. Smart to them was climbing through bedroom windows.
In my twenties smart was okay but still not the "it" thing with the guys. Guys liked catching pretty more than they liked chasing smart. Oh well all was forgiven because at least most guys left the windows alone and started using the front door. Nothing sweeter than hearing the chiming of the door bell ring.
In my thirties, guys were attracted to smart but not the "know it all" types. Smart girls were allowed to be "smart" but not too "smart". No problem, because we could be too sweet, too giving, too forgiving, too loose, too available, too "anything" but never ever too all-knowingly smart.
In my forties, smart pays bills, opens doors, solves real problems. Smart own their houses with lots of doors, lots of windows and the most beautiful sounding chimes.
By 40, men will invite smart in leaving pretty on the porch. Trouble is by now, the smart girls have all grown up and moved on to marry very smart boys with very nice porches.
In his fifties, he has met and married two, maybe perhaps three really pretty ladies. His latest pretty can be found gazing out their window looking straight past him sitting on their porch.
Pretty smart of her. What he was missing, not seeing was her pretty in smart all that time.
In my twenties smart was okay but still not the "it" thing with the guys. Guys liked catching pretty more than they liked chasing smart. Oh well all was forgiven because at least most guys left the windows alone and started using the front door. Nothing sweeter than hearing the chiming of the door bell ring.
In my thirties, guys were attracted to smart but not the "know it all" types. Smart girls were allowed to be "smart" but not too "smart". No problem, because we could be too sweet, too giving, too forgiving, too loose, too available, too "anything" but never ever too all-knowingly smart.
In my forties, smart pays bills, opens doors, solves real problems. Smart own their houses with lots of doors, lots of windows and the most beautiful sounding chimes.
By 40, men will invite smart in leaving pretty on the porch. Trouble is by now, the smart girls have all grown up and moved on to marry very smart boys with very nice porches.
In his fifties, he has met and married two, maybe perhaps three really pretty ladies. His latest pretty can be found gazing out their window looking straight past him sitting on their porch.
Pretty smart of her. What he was missing, not seeing was her pretty in smart all that time.
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