I have to say the creative writing from SNO was really good, I think everyone has mis interpeted what I meant by that, maybe I should elaborate a little further. I was sitting on at a picnic table having a beer with a few friends when a woman walked over to sit with her beer, just to find out that it wasn't her beer, it was he ol' man's. As he took a sip he spit it in her face and then proceeded to dump it over her head because it had too much foam in it, when i grabbed some napkins to help her out, he barked at me to leave her alone, let her stay like that, maybe she'll learn. i can see it in her face how humiliated and hurt she was, and was trying her hardest to hold back the tears. He made her get up to get another beer, and I followed her to help clean her up anyway, I told her no one has to take that, and she responded by saying, r u crazy? That's my ol' man. I am not saying the term ol'lady is a bad term, or I wouldn't object to someone i really cared about calling me that, it just seems ( who knows maybe in my area )that all the women I have met over the years who use that term are battered and bruised and very un happy. I apoligize if I offeneded anyone.
Not that I agree with all of this... however I thought it might help you understand a little.
This was written obviously by someone other than myself.
What's an Ol' lady?
That guy on the motorcycle, the one with the long hair,
greasy jeans and that wild look in his eyes...Yeah, that one.
I've seen you looking at him as you bump around town in your station wagon.
Well I'm His Ol Lady. You may not have noticed me, but your husband has.
He's seen me at least he's seen parts of me.
I caught him checking out my tits when he thought I wasn't looking.
Hey that's okay. My ol'man doesn't mind if I show off his stuff.
Your husband can look... but he better not touch.
My body belongs to a biker. And it couldn't be in better hands.
You and your friends have called me a bitch and a tramp, but I'm not.
Yeah I've been in a few wet t shirt contests. What Of It ?
Those low cut evening gowns you prance around in ain't exactly modest either!!
At least I'm honest. I like it when men look at me. And why not? I'm worth looking at!
My old man got me young and trained me right. He taught me how to respect him.
And along the way, he even taught me how to respect myself.
I'm not like the glossy, flossy straight chicks from your world. And you know it.
What makes me different than you? Well for one thing, I got my priorities straight.
I was taught how to take care of business. And my business is my ol'man and his bike.
I don't snivel when my ol'man takes off for a few days, weeks, or months.
I just pay the rent and wait for the sound of his key in the lock again.
I don't bitch when he comes home at 3:AM cause I know he's got his business to take care of too.
I put up and shut up. Why? Cause he makes it worth my while.
He ain't dumb. He knows what a good thing he's got.
Someone who'll polish the scoot, watch his back in a bar and turn him every which way but loose in bed.
And look damn fine doing it, too!!
Why would a woman want to be totally possessed by her man?
Because if he doesn't care enough about her to want to own her, he just doesn't care enough period!
Yeah, I wear his property patch. That doesn't mean I'm his slave.
It just means that he loves me enough to say," Hands Off" to the rest of the world.
I ain't a sweetie, a honey or a momma, I'm his ol'lady
I ain't never found a citizen who can love me the way my ol'man does.
And I never found a citizen who wouldn't want his lady to love him the way I love my ol'man.
Straight chicks take notes !! You gotta love your man with all your strength, heart and soul.
I mean if your husband got dragged off to jail tomorrow
behind that sneaky little tax deal he pulled a few years back,
would you still be waiting for him when he got out?
Are you still as wild and free as you were when he first met you?
And what do you give him in bed breakfast or head? Yeah I thought so!!
You'll never be like I am. I'm property. I'm possessed.
But I'm also free in a way that you'll never understand or experience.
So when you see me and my man flying down the highway, smile and wish us luck.
I'm a true American Woman.
I'm A Bikers Ol'Lady
thunderunderme write: The term ol'lady has absolutely nothing to do with age. I had to chuckle reading your post myself...as you see those other remarks as childish...I see your remarks as childish. I do NOT mean this to be offensive. I am NOT insulting you. It's all a matter of perspective my dear. You are young...your remarks show it. My late husband called me his 'ol'lady' for 34 years, from the age of 18 on.....It made me beam and feel warm inside everytime he said that. It only means that he had claimed as 'his'. I was secure enough in myself that I took no offense to that. Shoot he was my 'ol'man' also. And I was proud to say "yeah, that's my ol'man". Just as he was proud to say of me, "yeah, that's my ol'lady".
hey baby you just dont kknow he life is all.If you want to be a biker thats fine its just the extent of what you will go through and do .I would feel fine with a man saying im his old lady.Its all who your with.I seee that maybe you relly don know what real bikers life is like and thast no problem but dam girl you just gotta go wth the flow and be with the man you want.Maybe he will be in a club and later in life yuo will say man I was wrong.
The term ol'lady has absolutely nothing to do with age. I had to chuckle reading your post myself...as you see those other remarks as childish...I see your remarks as childish. I do NOT mean this to be offensive. I am NOT insulting you. It's all a matter of perspective my dear. You are young...your remarks show it.
My late husband called me his 'ol'lady' for 34 years, from the age of 18 on.....It made me beam and feel warm inside everytime he said that. It only means that he had claimed as 'his'. I was secure enough in myself that I took no offense to that. Shoot he was my 'ol'man' also. And I was proud to say "yeah, that's my ol'man". Just as he was proud to say of me, "yeah, that's my ol'lady".