Your dream girl? Coutesans?

I recovered this from the old archives of a forum I used to visit:

Q: guys this is the chance to squeez ur minds and extract things u want it in ur dream gurl..u can describe okik?

A: “ WOMEN." So simple, yet so complex. No one ever has been able to understand them. So weak that they are scared of insects even, yet so powerful that they can change the world. So confusing that they keep every one guessing, yet so desirable that every one they know think and believe that she is the One. As far as I am concerned I think one who is ( like in a cart ) an equal size wheel in home. She should be intelligent. She should know her responsibilities. Share her responsibilities in home and outside. One who would be the master at home and I shall love to be her subject. But when out side then she should know that she is in my domain. One who knows that it is her responsibility to teach Tehzib (Culture) to the children. I am not absolving myself from these responsibilities. But since a child in early part of his/her life spends all the time in her company so she must make use of this time and build the strong character in our child. I love to laugh. So she also must know to laugh. She should be adaptable Since I shall trust her as such I would like her to have full faith in my qualities and me. I would like her to be a catalyst to my qualities. She should know her power in me and utilize them to the best advantage for our home and not for herself. I believe in a Home and not in a house. Once a wife of a Prime Minister of Pakistan said ” A perfect women is the one, who is an Ambassador in living room, Chef in the kitchen and Pros****** in bedroom”. To put it in a nutshell she should be Compatible and a Companion and cherish me as her Companion. Some might ask what shall I give in return and my answer shall be 110%. Having said that I think a dream girl is Allah’s gift who so ever gets one is the lucky one.

I never knew who this member really was. But years onwards, I look back, and I respect this man for what he said.

-On another note, I was wikipediaing courtesans and well, they aren't all that bad. Alot were very intelligent and were requested in the hight courts of Europe, and sexual favours were a minor issue.

2 Types of Courtesans existed:

In one category were the courtesans known (in Italy) as the cortigiana onesta, or the honest courtesan, who were cast as intellectuals. In the other were the cortigiana di lume, which designated a lower-class of courtesan. Although the latter were still considered better than the average prostitute, the former were the ones most often romanticized and treated more or less equal to women of royalty. It is with this type of courtesan that the art of courtisanerie is best associated.

Famous courtesans:
Aspacia, lover of Pericles in Ancient Greece:

Diane de Poitiers, noblewoman and courtesan to Francis I and Henri II of France.

Anne de Pisseleu D'heilley mistress to Francis I

And last but not least, La Belle Otero :

Within a short number of years, Otero grew to be the most sought after woman in all of Europe. She was serving, by this time, as a courtesan to wealthy and powerful men of the day, and she chose her lovers carefully. She associated herself with the likes of Prince Albert of Monaco, King Edward VII of the United Kingdom, Kings of Serbia, and Kings of Spain as well as Russian Grand Dukes Peter and Nicholas, the Duke of Westminster and writer Gabriele D'Annunzio. Her love affairs made her infamous, and the envy of many other notable female personalities of the day.
Six men reportedly committed suicide after their love affairs with Otero ended, although this has never been substantiated beyond a doubt. It is a fact, however, that two men did fight a duel over her. She was pretty, confident, intelligent, with an attractive figure, and was famed for her voluptuous breasts, and one of her most famous costumes featured her breasts partially covered with glued-on precious gems, and the twin cupolas of the Hotel Carlton built in 1912 in Cannes were modeled after her breasts.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso