It bobs up and down. It sways back and forth. It is utterly mesmerizing. No, I’m not talking about my love handles, jackals. I’m talking about a pony tail. On a woman, not on an actual pony.

Lately I’ve been noticing how attractive a woman with a pony tail is.  For whatever reason it makes a woman seem much more approachable or sporty. Hell, put her in a baseball cap AND a pony tail and I’m a goner.  Even better: pony tail + baseball cap + Jeep Wrangler.  Sigh…Mikey likes.

Do I like them because they swish left and right when a woman is walking? Do I want to just reach out and yank it? I dunno.  I mean, Michelle Sigona has to wear one when she’s in Sky Fox (meow). Pig tails are a definite no. Sure, you can use them as handle bars but instead of something sexy and alluring it comes off as being a little juvenile.  Pig tails are so Pipi Longstocking or Wendy’s. Whenever I think of pig tails I think of little girls under the age of 7. I refuse to be branded a pedo.

The pony tail, on the other hand, is nice and long and slinky.  It just begs to be paid attention to, saying ‘Look at me! I can’t bother to have my hair in my face! Look at my face and my neck! YOU WANT ME!’.

Oh, and I probably do.