The Fox Guarded Hen House

Fox Guarded Hen House

Introduction:
     I picked her up from somewhere in Atlanta, she looked like someone’s prize possession and choosing me instead of a regular cab told me she was street smart as well.  Sitting in the back seat of my gipsy cab, she adjusted herself and gave the command for her journey. It was not long before the ambiance of closeness began to loosen our lips toward one another.  And as I was taking her to her destiny of choice, this total stranger blurted out her question.  Why can’t I find a good man? I have done well in my personal life, by taking care of myself and those I love. I have tried to treat my men with all the goodness I can muster and still I find I come up empty and frustrated. Please, this woman almost in tears, cried out, for some sort of instruction as to what she could fix about herself so as to fair better in her search for love and happiness. As a man, I could almost relate to both her and her question, which in its self was eerie, seeing that as man and thus a part of the problem she was questioning the predator for advice as the prey. Out from the steam of her words, their presence left prints on my already tinted windows serving me notice.  As my heart answered her plea as would the fire truck a bell in a major fire station that call of  a house fire with occupants whose home is  engulfed with deadly flames ,I responded.  I pondered my answer, knowing all the while I would be doing so not sparing my own secretes and spoke to her as if the enemy, yet , as a friend. I became a double agent, a fox telling a hen how to avoid being eaten by foxes like myself.

1.     The Question
     Her look gave evidence that she was above average both in intelligence and beauty, and her smell gave every indication that she was above board in every respect. When a woman speaks with listening ears, I find her perception flawless nevertheless, the predictor instinct in most men find this aspect in women a most choice flavored fruit indeed. For the mare fact that she was beautiful and willing to listen, put her at the top of the food chain, for men need ears first and foremost above all things. Couple this with the fact that she was smelling like rose dipped in honey did not make her case any more inviting nor game, she had no idea, that her femininity robed in intelligence betrayed her with each twist of her hips however innocent they may have been.
     Her desire for a decent man was well within her rights for she worn womanhood like a pro and spoke with ease on the subject of pleasing her man. She is unlike many women, who only want what is due them and not before they have done or have been spent without measure for the love of their lives, yet life seems to cut them a bad check for services well rendered. What she was asking was not amiss nor was it an ideal unheard of, for history is proof that women can find men who are both worthy and ready for both the commitment of love and the service of beauty for such a woman as she. No man could deny she was a woman, and by the way she carried herself, she was above board in every respect, so it was not unreasonable for her to desire the best.
     Women have a built in need to be loved and appreciated, protected prized above all else notwithstanding Mothers and sisters and other women of importance. The nurture that women are known for has a source, and be it far from me to say I know them well enough to say where it comes from, as a man myself, I seem to think that the more a woman feels love and appreciated, the more effort she seems to have to make all them around them the more blessed. Now having said that, I have found women to be strange creatures, for even when they are abused, they somehow still find ways to nurture and assist. Yet, I have known some women who have been loved, who nurture no one or nothing but themselves notwithstanding the bent to do them good. This woman was well within her right to expect good and was coming up short and just was asking me what she was doing wrong or was there some light that I as a man could shed on her path way.
     As I pondered the answer I was giving her, I could not help but crush my own toes, for every now and again her smell and charm pulled at the fox in me, and her listening ear beat the double agent in me silly. She no doubt was single, she no doubt was smelling like a favorite meal at hungry time, and she was close enough to handle and her longing made her pudding in my hand and I felt it. She needed and wanted honest answers, notwithstanding she was talking to a fox who knows all too well the rules for eating hens, and this one was riding shot gun.
     My problem was simple, she made her move before I made mine, and because her's was a question that begged for an answer, she had the upper hand and I felt obligated to answer her honestly. There we were in a deep blue Lincoln Continental with dark tinted windows taking advantage as  strangers, siting as brother and sister, relating as lovers, for nothing could be more intimate then an intelligent woman listen for the answer to her most private thoughts. I didnt want to be true to her need, for the more we talked the more she broke bad over my manhood as the beast in me again and again called me out of my name, and my desire to change course was as true to the fox in me. I may have been a fox, but a Christian mind had been placed in me, and no matter what the call in my nature, this woman stumbled on a fox who while knowing the rules knew the Master of the Forest, therefore she was not only safe, she found help.

    
2.     Woman with need
      In her mind, her need is simple, she needs a man, and somehow she needed advice which is not available to a causal search. And what  should always be taking into account with understanding is the fact that she is prey, and only a predictor could offered her such advice. As far as she was concerned she wanted a good man and she wanted advice as to how or where to find one. For she felt if she could just find a good man, she would be able to do the rest. Most women like her, don't have a clue about the enemy, nor the rules set in place from way back when. This good woman had a need, but she was so far off base as to what a good man is or how I would be able to help her.
     What she wants is a good man, yet most men are good at what they do. The sad thing for women is, they assume that what they want and what men want are the same thing. While for the most part it is true to a greater extent, both want love but end up with each other. Women use men as materials hoping to build a Palace for themselves, whereas men use women as trophies, to showcase their strength to other men as an ace in the hole for short comings and failures.  I felt qualified to know better what she wanted even more so then she did, for as a predictor I knew the loop holes, and telling her would break all the rules for she would be able to luck even me out.
     As a woman she was looking for what was available, not knowing the power women have in creating what it is they are looking for. I told the young lady if she only knew to what extant God had blessed her as a woman, she would be more powerful then she now realizes. Her puzzled look begged me to explain in more detail what I meant. Women are the Mountains which produce the diamonds we call men and boys who excel. No one man can build a Mountain therefore it is unlikely for one man to make a good women. For if a woman falls to the level of the gutter, no one man can make her a showcase for society again. In the same way, if a man finds himself in the gutter, just the right woman can press him with her Mountain like power and push a diamond out of him, which stands to reason, if a woman can harness this power on the right material, she can have whatsoever her heart can desire. In talking to the young lady, I asked her how often did she work on the value of her man. She assured me that she cant count the times she slaved over his well being to make him shine, only to have someone reap the benefits. For she became well aware of what happen when she did nothing for him, it only came back on her before those friends and family too close for comfort. I told her she showed me what she could do with silver, now tell me what you can do with gold. She became confused with the question, so I then asked her how much work was involved with gold. She then told me not much at all, for gold in its worst state is valuable, and just then she began to laugh, for she caught my point indeed. That woman eased back in her seat as if she won the jack pot.

     Ladies, if you are reading this book and you got to this point, let me tell you it is not where you are or where you have been, but where you are going. A woman with a made up mind, only needs the right company to ease her on her way. Of course this is confusing to men, but this book is not for them, and as upset as they are for what I have written so far, let me press this point home harder. Men prize themselves as being leaders, and for the most part they are, but what women bring to the family are all the comforts that make leadership work. In the beginning God made Adam Whole and set him about a task. And with his intuition, Adam was able to name all the animals without question. But God said it's not good for the Man to be alone, so God half him, and in order for Adam to be whole again, he needed Eve who by the way was given his intuition. It may take you women a while to figure out what I just said, and as a man, I can not break it down for you too much further then that for obvious reasons...smile. When you are able to figure out where you are headed in life, the picking of a partner should be secondary to this. For if as a woman you leave it up to anyone else to do for you, disaster will surely follow for a man is as good as his other half, directions are not included. Need I say more?
     How can I help you? hmmmmmmmmmmm, I told the young lady there are three types of men in the world, and only one choice from among these three is all she will have. I then felt her ease forward again in the soft velvet seat my Lincoln was known for. And by telling her I would be telling on my own self, yet her eyes gave me the push needed to betray what secrets years have unlocked for a simple bushman like myself. With a few miles left to go to meet the contract between the two of us, she held her breath as I disclosed to her the goods with their why's.

   
3.     Men as exploiters

     Men by nature exploit women namely because they have too many moving parts not to. I did not tell her this, but I am tell you my readers. A man will never be able to catch up with all the emotions a women calls forth for him to bare, nor can he adjust himself quick enough if she reaches the deepest inner most parts of his soul. In order to fight back for dignities sake this losing battle, exploitation is the coded language for survival when it comes to women, and those men who neither use it or need it, are those men whose women comfort them enough to lead without worries. If a man does not exploit women and he is not married or has a woman of his own, he was raised by a woman of character and substance, or his God is the Living God of Heaven.

4.     Bling bling foxes
5.     Brass foxes
6.     The elusive fox
7.     Destiny makes all the difference
8.     Watch out for the guard
9.     Eggs or thighs
10.   It’s the feathers
11.   Fox council
12.   The Answer