Compare and contrast in your own mind...
This is Jett.
THIS is what a woman can be when she's really for real, secure in herself and not zooming around like a little monkey, trying to grab all the bananas for herself. To be like this, one must have a true heart of gold that's as big as a horse blanket, as Jett does. Keen intelligence, such as Jett's, helps, too. So does a modicum of compassion, which Jett has by the bushelful, as you can see.
She rarely, if EVER, speaks of her boobs and even then, it's not in such a manner as to cram them down your throat. It's a passing, temporary kinda thing. She has much better things to talk about, a wider base of experience from which to draw, and more to offer, too. Plus, she can write RINGS around any-damned-body she wants to, any time she wants to. Yes, she's THAT GOOD.
She's really someone to be treasured. SHE'S the one who'd be worth going through hell for... if she ever asked ya to, but she wouldn't. She's not that kind of woman. AND... She's nice to me.
She's been around since my Blogspot days and has never done anything but offer encouragement, support and advice a time or two. These things she did on her own, too. She contacted me, not I asked her for help and got blown away.
She's nice to me and it hasn't killed her, cost her nor has she been made to regret it.
Nor will she, ever. This is Jett.
It's an Honest-to-God shame more women can't be a little more like her.
The world be SUCH a much better place.
Seriously.
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