I was flicking through the channels last night, at about 1am. And those seedy flirting phone services made an appearance. The 10 minute advert consisted wholly, of a plump woman in her 40's, with slurred make-up and black, stringy lingerie, thrusting her hedonistic flesh corpse, up and down, on an also seedy, pink leather couch. With those cheap, pink fluffy cushions, for effect.

With her stealing eyes, and peroxide hair, I chuckled to myself, whilst also experiencing empathy for her. She was holding onto that phone, sometimes not even holding it to her ear ¹, as if her life depended on it. How do these women grow to overlook the good plan God has for them, and continue to fail to address their real hidden talents, and live in dishonesty to themselves about this. Surely they can do better than this.

There is something called circumstances ;)