Let's Talk About the Girls

Will I get in trouble for this post? I don't know. With whom would I be in trouble? I don't know that either. What I do know is that I don't normally post about such private matters. Well, this issue isn't so private for some, I guess.

I live in the very busy, worldly metropolitan area of North Texas. Dallas/Ft. Worth, for those of you not familiar with Texas lingo. We call it The Metroplex 'round these here parts. While living in Ft. Worth we got the feel of being in a wonderful large city that was hip and trendy while keeping the roots and "feel" of being a good ol' country boy, albeit large, Texas town.

Dallas, on the other hand, is a whole different animal. Arlington and several other cities come between these two metro areas and the shift from Cowtown and The Stockyards is mighty different once you enter "Dallas". For anyone who only has a vision of Dallas as the TV show represented in the 80's of Southfork Ranch then know that Dallas is NOTHING like that. Driving through Dallas on I-35 will allow the driver the opportunity to see several advertisements inviting all passersby to attend not one, but MANY "Gentlemen's Clubs".

There are MANY billboards luring men (and I guess some women, too) to come on in for "no cover charge" or for some "Eggs & Legs" or "always free lunch buffet". Pictured on these billboards are images of young women with sultry, seductive eyes and pouty lips. Let's not forget the squished together, pushed up boob*ies.

And here is where my post goes where it hasn't gone before.

I was driving yesterday through a one mile area where I literally saw three different billboards with ads luring takers into their webs. I've seen these lots of times, but for some reason my eye got stuck on the word "topless".

Please. Someone please help me understand the lure in this. OK--at first glimpse I can see why males (or females) would be all hot and bothered by some boob*ies just OUT THERE for all to see. I can see why the man with some "needs" (puh-leeze) would be happy gawking at breastages (yes, that's a real word....coined by someone close to me. HA!) all around him.

For awhile.

Then, here's my question for the "gentleman" (termed used so loosely that my bowels are tighter while having the squirts): doesn't it get old to be sitting there sipping his beer (I'm quite sure he didn't go in for a Dr. Pepper) trying to eat his "free" 85oz. steak and taters and those boob*ies are just RIGHT THERE? I mean, do the waitresses have long hair that cover "the girls" up to be sneaky or are they just jigglin' away while she toplessly balances her tray? I wonder if they are "cold" all night long? Do they get less tips for their headlights being off?

Maybe I have it ALL wrong since I have never been to a topless bar.

Please forgive my ignorance.

I am fully aware that males tend to adore looking at boob*ies and could do it much longer than their female counterparts. As Joey from "Friends" so aptly put it one time when talking to Rachel, "You just get to look down anytime you want and look at them!"

Wow. What a treat.

In all seriousness (if I possibly could be), my heart breaks for those topless waitresses or the ones dancing around poles and the gentlemen who need to be there. I just want to speak words of life to those precious creations of God that He made them and they have value. More value than a free lunch buffet could ever offer.

I make fun of the ridiculous-ness of the signage. I hurt for the ones seeking value in something other than God. I pray for my Man as well as for other men who are forced to either FORCE themselves to not look or they look and start the thoughts rolling. It is a battlefield.

Ouch. Do I seek value in something besides God, too?

Yeah. Pretty sure I do.

Give me your thoughts in the comments.

Be nice, though.

My girls are sensitive. ; )