I get asked that at times, from other women, especially when
they're in the same room, or restaurant and hear me calling
her.
Those hip hot spots we frequent run by old friends . . . Filled
with a plethora of babes with short skirts, high heels and
legs that go to Heaven and back. Who, of course, believe THEY
are bombshells.
You see there are many beautiful women, babes if you will,
especially in Montreal. I mean 10s' all of them, but none
distinguishing themselves. Bombshell is more a state-of-mind,
than the actual physical appearance . . .think Marilyn Monroe
or Cindy Crawford.
She's a woman who isn't necessarily a 10, say like Bo Derek.
I apologize for the older references but to me that was the
time when I ruled as a player and women were women. Now it's
mostly little girls.
She is sexy and secure in her own skin. Bombshell walks with
unabashed confidence. She knows she's hot, but doesn't flaunt
it or makes you feel any less, vis-à-vis other men or women.
The women who are jealous are precisely those who can only
feel better about themselves by knocking her down.
She's creative and dresses for herself. Always very sexy,
day or evening, work or play, and not according to some magazine
or celebrities, scratch that, some celebrities' stylist.
I've read where some celebrities don't dress unless some girl
or gay man lays it out on the bed for them. So sad!
Bombshell can be a Cordon Bleu and very avant-garde cook,
if need be. She takes care of herself, without letting it
rule her. Eats well, exercises, reads, enjoys companionship
and camaraderie. And best of all to quote Al Pacino as Colonel
Frank Slade in 'Scent of a Woman', Bombshell can suck the
lacquer off of your privates!
Bombshell is always there in your time of need. Doesn't
overwhelm you or clutter your space. Always lets you breathe,
but if you're in trouble, emotionally or otherwise, she'll
be there and give you what you need, always with some
distance, so as not to make you feel claustrophobic. They
say it's a French thing.
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