My Uncle married a floozie...according to the women in my family.
Judgemental chuch ladies should know these things. my new aunt was jet black and possibly one of the most beautiful ladies I had ever seen. By contrast, my uncle was very light complexioned, shorter than his wife and very quiet. She was tall and elegant and very girlie girl...I first met aunt rose at a family picnic. she loved my uncle and constantly fussed over him. at one point...she turned to him and said "what can I get you lover?" You could hear a pin drop...All the the ladies eyed each other with knowing looks...while the men muttered things like "you never call me lover'...one of my aunts answered...when you become one...I'll call you one...lol...that laughter broke the tension and we all went back to having a good time.
on occasion I would visit aunt rose. she always made me welcome and loved to polish my nails...give me bubble baths and pose me like a beautiful model....(she would love honey boo boo...lol) not so much her Honey's mama...
One day I was sitting in aunt rose's bathtub, covered with bubbles. She was in the mirror combing her hair..I asked her why did my aunts call her a floozie? She asked me, did I know what a floozie was? I said..No...but I am pretty sure I am gonna be one...rofl...As far as I was concerned, a floozie was a woman who loved to look good and smell good for her man...it worked for aunt Rose. she and my uncle grew old together...and she still called him lover.
That story always reminds me of lady missionaries insisting on putting bras on african women. Like my judgemental aunts, these lady missionaries were dirtying up something that was very natural and innocent to african women. heck I hate to wear a bra in airconditioning...imagine wearing one when the temperture is always in the 100(s) I always wanted to scream at them and say:
" missionary ladies, instead of covering the women...try covering the filthy hearts of your men...who look upon these women...in lust....
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