My Melon Baby Collie

There’s an orange barn in this icicle. What have you locked up that needs thawing?

I tell you, there are stories so harmful we should stomp them senseless rather than repeat them, or let them repeat until they freeze up our gifts. Women are not helpmeets.* A woman need not lie in wait to be chosen. That is a nasty confusing and addictive state of limbo and longing, not the baseline for living.

I’m writing to women, here. Stand in all your fullness, with your highs, lows, torn pieces and stunning bits. Stand exactly where you are as you are. Be a skunk. Skunks do not, with their chokingly effective radiating stink, attract many. But a skunk will find its skunk.

Be so skunkily you that you waste no time luring, alluring, securing or enduring the wrong partner. Choose yourself. Recognize yourself. When a potential partner comes along, be who you are and say what you need. If they don’t choose to stay, they are an ocelot or a bobwhite. Wouldn’t have done you good anyway.

Authentic is sexy. Take it from Pepe LePew: "Zee cabbage does not run away from zee corn-beef." “You are my peanut. I am your brittle.” “Come to me, my melon baby collie.” “Turn out zee lights, darling. I know where everything is.” And lastly—because he usually courts a hapless cat named Penelope--“No matter 'ow I disguise myself, you smell me out.”

Being authentically you will repel many, but to a kindred spirit that genuine stink will be perfume. Love is above all genuine: the world can’t wait any longer for you to thaw your inner worth.

Thanks to You Tube for the Pepe video, Wikipedia for the Pepe quotes and to Dreamstime for the icicle photo.

*helpmeet noun
A person who helps a more skilled person
Synonyms adjunct, adjutant, aid, aide, apprentice, assistant, coadjutor, deputy, helpmate, helpmeet, lieutenant, mate, sidekick