- Don’t want to activate more web filters.
- Could get ugly.
- To get another few PMs of Protest.
Sorry,
Dale
Honestly… it was a joke based on Bloomfield’s comments on another thread. Geeez… lighten up guys
I’m not at all upset by it. A thread with that title will activate adult-content filters and shut people out. I get complaints about it all the time.
What a pity that my nude photo won’t be enjoyed by C&Fers. I was looking so forward to seeing everyone else too.
Oh, darn, I was just getting ready to post mine!
jGilder, such a lovely portrait that was. I for one am certainly glad I didn’t miss it. 
I do understand Dale’s problem though
Maybe I should have called it a birthday suit thread.
Yea yea… I know.
Hey, I don’t know if anyone caught my response to Jack’s “portrait” post, but I’ll recapitulate: after the typed equivalent of sputtering noises, I mentioned that I got a popup offering to help me find a “mature” lover. Indeed.
I gave you a “pop-up”???
Oh my… this isn’t at all the response I had in mind.
dang - it …
why do I always miss all the GOOD threads??? 
Relax. You just been spared an album full of naked wombat photos. Look on the bright side.
Well, the heck with rules and regulations! Dale, get with the times dude!
Well, Cynth… if you’re going to post yours, then I’ll repost mine.
You realize of course that this sort of shatters the myth that all men are dogs.
Dear Dog Lady,
I’ve been stumbling around in the dating scene, hoping to trip over my one true love. A friend suggested I try the Internet since I was having trouble meeting men in the real world. I signed on to Match.com and immediately began an email exchange with a man who claimed to be divorced and have an important job at a downtown Boston retail store. He said he lived in a tony town on the South Shore and pitched me the line that he loved to walk along the beach. He described himself as a briny romantic. “I have the whaler in my soul,” he wrote in an email. He sent me his picture. He didn’t look like a whale. So I met him.
Dog Lady, I thought we had a fabulous time. We talked easily. He grabbed my hand and hugged me. He walked me home and kissed me. He asked to see me again and promised he’d call soon. That was a month ago. I still haven’t heard from him.
Is it true all men are dogs?
Joan, St. Botolph St.
Joan, listen to you moan. Feeling sorry for yourself? Snap out of it.
All men are not dogs. Actually, it would be great if they were because dogs are kind, protective, cuddly, handsome, smart, playful, loyal, and unconditionally loving. If all men were dogs, this world would be a wonderful place. Unfortunately, some men are men, not dogs.
Dog Lady surmises you don’t have a dog or you wouldn’t ask the question. May I make a suggestion: Don’t worry about the man. Get a dog. The dog may lead you to the man.
You admit you are stumbling around looking for love. Have you ever thought of visiting the nearest animal shelter instead of surfing onto Match.com? Why peruse digital mug shots of men who claim to have the whaler in their souls (yeesh, what a blubbery line), when you can look into the eyes of doggies. They have the high-spirited wailer in their souls. Shelter dogs are ready, willing, and emotionally available to come home with you.
A dog leads you out from behind the computer and into the real world, where there are all sorts of possibilities, including romance. A dog gives you companionship that makes you feel less alone in the world. A dog does wonders for the soul – the whole soul, not the whaler soul.
Joan, there’s a classic cartoon that shows two dogs sitting at a computer. One comments to the other, “On the Internet, no one knows you’re a dog.” Be careful about Internet dating. Keep your distance and your sense of humor. Don’t build fantasies in cyberspace. Get to know someone in person before you attach too much significance to anything they write about themselves.
Remember, you’re looking for a man who treats you with respect – and loves you like a dog.
http://askdoglady.com/archives/bones_love_unleashed/000033.html
All due respect, Jack, I have to say Cynth’s portrait is more attractive. 
Infinitely more kissable, too.
A sad truth which would ring quite true here too, if you measured whether the menfolk or the hound are lavished with more female affection.
More profound words have never been spoken.
My hubby’s dog loves me more than he does:
When I’m getting ready to go out (shower, make-up, hair, dressing) she waits patiently at the threshold of the bathroom door. She puts her head on her paws and looks up with big brown eyes watching the going out ritual. Never once does she yell, “Are you ready yet???”. She doesn’t question, “what was wrong with what you just had on???”, and not even a “Jaysus, your hair looks FINE!”. 
Well, I don’t know nano. This pop-up has a head that looks more “mature” than the rest of him. And he is clearly wearing a wedding ring! Something funny is going on here. For shame, Mr. jGilder!
Never was better advice ever given!
The photo was for a 15th wedding anniversary gift to my wife. My young-ish bod is the result of diet and rigorous exercise.
Garrison Keillor’s daily radio program “The Writer’s Almanac” was nearly blocked on some stations because he read the words “breast” and “getting high” from one of the poems that he recites. Come on, folks. “breast” is not a vulgar word and doesn’t need to be banned from the airwaves.