saeson come, seasons go?
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Posted:Jul 11, 2007 11:19 am
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I'm beginning to wonder if there are certain seasons during the year that are better for meeting new people and dating. For instance, is this time of year, summer, a slow time for new contacts? I imagine that right before Christmas or New Years would be a little awkward. I haven't seen a pattern yet, though.
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What His Celeb Crush Says About Him
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Posted:Jul 10, 2007 11:26 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 9:13 pm
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Throughout their lives, men have all kinds of crushes. When they're growing up, they may have crushes on their teachers. When they're all grown up, crushes can come in the form of co-workers, neighbors, coffee pourers, spinning instructors, you name it.
The thing about most crushes, though, is that they tend to fade faster than Fantasia's career. Easy come, easy go. One kind of crush that sticks with a guy: the celebrity crush.
About four in five men say they fantasize about other women, with a good many of them saying that famous women are the stars of the show. Though the characters may change from time to time, guys often choose their celebrity crushes based on some deeper longing for what they want in women.
Early on, the overriding factor may have been the prevalence of skin (Bo, Farrah, Pamela, and SI swimsuit models being excellent examples). But as men grow up, it's more than just physical attraction to the kind of woman he features in his cerebral movie theater - it's the total package that includes not only her looks, but what her looks, lifestyle, and personality may also represent.
If he fantasizes about...Angelina Jolie
It may mean... He's attracted to a do-gooder woman who also isn't afraid to show a bit of a wild streak. It's the reason why Jolie tops so many men's wish lists: They want the woman who is good, but not too good. And the woman who is sultry, but not too sultry.
If he fantasizes about...Jennifer Aniston
It may mean... Attracted to Aniston's innocent persona, he likes the girl next door and yearns to be the household protector. Though traditional gender roles have certainly changed and evolved over the last several decades, many men still enjoy playing the role of the prince who rescues the damsel in distress.
If he fantasizes about...The young, troubled beauties (Paris, Lindsay, Britney)
It may mean... He's attracted to risk-takers-and women who don't care what other women may think about them. That, and perhaps the boy has got more loose screws than a hardware store.
If he fantasizes about...Halle Berry, Scarlett Johansson
It may mean... That he has darn good taste. Physically, they represent classic feminine beauty-their curves, their skin, their heart-stopping faces. That may mean he has very high standards-and seeks relationship perfection.
If he fantasizes about...Julianne Moore, Michelle Pfeiffer
It may mean...He appreciates that experience, knowledge, and just the right amount of sass and humor goes a long way to making for strong relationships. Mrs. Robinson jokes aside, he appreciates maturity-and all the good things that come with it.
If he fantasizes about...Pam Anderson
It may mean... Do I really have to say it?
If he fantasizes about...Beyonce, J. Lo, Fergie, Janet
It may mean... That he's not only into curves and lovely lady humps, but that he's also into women who have some relationship rhythm. He wants a woman who's able to let loose, show her moves, and someone who's confident being on center stage-sexually and socially.
If he fantasizes about...Any character from Grey's Anatomy
It may mean... That he's a sensitive dude. Not because he's got a thing for Meredith, Izzie, or the rest of the crew, but because-instead of being at a bar or a ball game-he's obviously sitting next to you on Thursday nights.
Bottom line on all this: Fantasy crushes are kind of like practice for the big game, allowing someone to keep one's emotions and instincts in check while imagining the big event with a partner. So encourage the crushes, and keep him primed for the real thing...
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single father/bachelor
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Posted:Jul 6, 2007 12:38 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 9:13 pm
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It happens every summer. I have my with me for six weeks. I do love them and I enjoy them. What’s more, I like them. Even though we don’t live close to each other, I think I have a pretty good relationship with them.
But there are transitions, adjustments during each visitation. When I pick them up, as they’re each walking across their mom’s driveway to me, I transform from a bachelor to a single dad; if you blink, you’ll miss the change. Then, while they’re with me, we all go through a time of adjustment as we all get used to living with each other. It takes about a week or two. After, just as we all have found our grooves, it’s time to start thinking about going back to their mom’s. Finally, when I take them back, after they leave the SUV, it’s suddenly empty except for me. After six weeks of driving my little ones all over, I’m just driving for myself.
We’ve gotten to that point where we’re all comfy with each other, but there’s only two weeks left.
As much as I love my (and I do), I am looking forward to getting back to bachelorhood. I’m so busy right now that my social life (what there is) has been on hold. Maybe I’ll actually go out in a few weeks.
Maybe…
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coming out of the fog
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Posted:Jul 6, 2007 7:29 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 9:13 pm
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Don't ya just hate it when a relationship ends? Now I want to take some time to get my head back on straight. I never did like an empty bed.
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A Mouthful
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Posted:Aug 28, 2006 9:29 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2007 1:38 am
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When eating ice cream
You tend to lap it
With ferver and hunger;
I approach your garden
Of fresh cherries with
The same feelings;
The scent is intoxicating,
I cannot contain myself,
My urge to fill my mouth
With your essence takes
Me into the mode of a bee
Dipping and sucking fresh
Honey deep into my throat;
I cannot be satisfied with
A mere taste, I must suck
Your entire fruit into my mouth,
I fight impulses to bite,
And control to a sucking
Pleasure other world centered;
Oh, what a delicious mouth full.
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Thursday night neon lights.
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Posted:Aug 25, 2006 10:57 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 9:13 pm
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Soo.. What did we learn last night?
Going out is a good thing. Just be aware of who I go out with and into what environment.
I may have found a good watering hole to frequent.
I could use dancing lessons. I think I�d pick it up pretty quickly and I�d be pretty good at it.
People of both genders will forgive a multitude of faux pas if you�re a good dancer.
A woman will respond to a firm and confident (but not crushing) hand to the back
I should get a cell phone.
I make a good wingman. I�m a good wingman even if my buddy doesn�t really need one. It was my buddy who had the girl this night. I've seen my buddy in a swinsuit. I'm in much better shape! Though the girl isn't his type, he was still not worthy.
Some men make way too many assumptions about a girl.
Women who go to kicker bars to attract men do not realize how ridiculous they look dressed just this side of a . Ladies who don�t dress like street-walkers are actually more attractive. It is very possible to be very attractive in a blouse that a woman is not going to fall out.
With all the cigarette smoke, cologne at a kicker bar is a waste of time. I�d have done better if I�d lit up my pipe.
I do better all �round wearing my contact lenses instead of my glasses.
I have a low tolerance for alcohol. Though I can still drive after two beers, I get both mellow and silly when buzzed.
A girl on a date doesn�t necessarily concern herself with what a guy drives or where he lives or how much money he makes or if he's in fabulous shape with six-pack abs. Can the guy hold a conversation? Does he have a good heart?
I can hold a conversation.
I have a good heart.
I deserve something good when I do find a girlfriend or SO or what you call her. When I do discover her (or her, me) it will be very good.
I�ve been told these things before...
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Foreplay
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Posted:Aug 25, 2006 10:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2006 10:58 am
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You were watching me dress this morning:
Face slightly flushed, shining eyes fixed upon me,
Your familiar intensity radiated through our bedroom.
We both knew.
I looked away, outwardly impervious,
While blood warmed and thoughts raced
And all attention was drawn to my growing passion.
How laborious it was complete the task at hand!
Feeling then and now drugged with lust;
I am breathless, distracted, craving with total abandon.
There is no reasoning.
And you are still so wonderfully powerful.
This day crawls by ‒ I am lost in us.
I experience each minute in two worlds:
Straddling responsibility and my private fantasies,
Unable to live fully and completely in either.
I feel barely conscious, but also terribly, painfully, alive
And I tremble and wait in a sweet agony.
Pretending becomes a way to survive.
For still many hours lie between us.
And I will persevere: never yielding,
Not forgetting what you with a look began.
This night you’ll find me, stripped of all barriers,
Desiring you all the more for the wait.
-Lord Allan
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The smile of a girl
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Posted:Aug 12, 2006 6:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2006 7:10 pm
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An amazing thing happened to me today. I drove to the gym and stopped at a light. There was a car a few lanes to the left of mine. There was a lovely young girl in the passenger seat and she happened to look my way,
She smiled.
I simply nodded and turned my attention back to the traffic light (dumbass!), while the adrenaline worked its way though my bloodstream and my heart resumed its normal pace.
Why did she do that? Shall I over-analyze? GAHH, no! Just be content in the idea that a man could do worse through his day than to capture a beautiful woman’s smile.
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taste
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Posted:Aug 9, 2006 1:32 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 9:13 pm
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Calm down, chill and relax
Lay on your stomach as I massage your back
I have a tune to play, let me put it on track
To find unlimited pleasure we no longer need a map
Right here (with me) is where it is at
As the room transcends to black
Let the erotic aroma blow from the scented candles wax
Guaranteed satisfaction is hard to get
That is a well-known fact
Around your nipples, my lips wrap
My tongue caressing your soft skin
Any fantasies you have, do not hold them in
You want it as bad as me, no need ...do not pretend
The willingness that is in me
You cannot find in many men
Bite ur lips, grab my head
Ecstasy is here, close your eyes
As I kiss in between your inner thighs
Sippin` from your fountain of LOVE as if you were wine
My tongue moving in various lines
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love bites
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Posted:Aug 1, 2006 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2006 7:41 pm
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I recall that there have been times when driving away from a girl’s house after a date I’d find a stray hair on my shirt that was too long to be mine and the wrong color. It was one of her lovely, wavy locks. There have been times when I sort laundry and notice that the lovely scent of her perfume had lingered on my shirt and put a smile on my face. I recall a morning every once in a while when I’d wake and see her soft face and light breathing and wonder my, ‘God, what did I do to deserve this?’
Lately, my view is drastically different. Joyful? Happy? Content? Each of those are different and could be relative terms. I look around me now and wonder what’s wrong with this picture. What am I missing? What is it that I have done that keeps me in this situation? What is it that I haven’t done that keeps me in this situation? What have I done that hinders the progress? What can I do to speed things up?
The answer to all of the above is simple yet frustrating: nothing
This is not to say that I am unable to put myself into positions and places to interact with others and, in short, get a life. But all “good gifts are from above”, or so I’ve read. Ever read about a guy named Job? He really got screwed, at least from our vantage point. And he never got his questions answered. But he did get at least double of what he’d lost and is still honored today (obviously).
Belch…
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Frogs and snails and puppy tails?
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Posted:Jul 28, 2006 12:53 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 9:13 pm
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I was chatting the other day with a good friend about the man in her life. It seems he has, among other attributess what she described as a “beer gut”. He’s got a “beer gut”, yet he’s also got such a good woman? There’s hope for me yet? She explained that he is “sweet to her” and that’s what drew her to him.
“Sweet to her” -- hmm. I can do “sweet”. Honestly, continuousness is part of my personality. It comes pretty naturally. I’m not like the stereotypical “guy”. I’m actually pretty observant, with few exceptions.
Perhaps I waste my time at the gym, after all.
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hermit-ized for my protection
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Posted:Jul 27, 2006 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2006 8:53 pm
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A man climbed up onto his roof as his neighborhood was flooding fro recent heavy rains. As the waters rose and soaked the floors of his house below, a man in a truck drove up and called to the man to come down and get into the truck. No, the man on the rood replied. He was waiting for God to save him. As the waters rose and covered the tops of the windows a man in a boat came by and called to him to get into the boat. No, the man replied. He was waiting for God to save him. As the waters rose and covered the roof a man in a helicopter came and told him to get into the helicopter. No, he replied. He was waiting on God to save him. Finally, the waters rose, swept the man away and he was drowned. At the Gates of Heaven, the man was confused. He asked God why he hadn’t come to save him. I sent a truck and a boat and a helicopter, God said. What more did you want?
Some Yahoo groups are funny ‒ some unintentionally, too. One that I recently joined is having a meet-n-greet tonight. Soo.. why am I here? Why didn’t I go? Chicken? Yeah, probably. O, I can hear my detractors already.
Okay, here’s my list of excuses:
I’m too new and I don’t know anyone there
I usually call my on Thursday nights
I needed to get the trash out
I wanted to practice my trombone some to get my lips in shape for the fall semester
All true. Don’t ask me how lame any, some, or all of the above are.
Does this, though, negate my ability to bemoan my lack of social life. Well, yeah, dumbass.
What an idiot.
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