Sex, Love and Other Foreign Languages

Looking at my last post, I see it has been quite some time since my last entry. Please forgive me for that. The saying, "sometimes life can get in the way" is as real as it gets. That being said, I promise I'm going to try and do better. So just bear with me, por favor. Now that that's out of the way, let's get down to the nitty-gritty... In everything we do, there are consequences, reactions and/or effects. Some of us have to learn this the hard way. And though it's not always a bad thing, it ain't always a good thing either, as I have personally had to bear witness. As I prepare to share my personal experience, there is currently only one person who I have told this story to. Suffice to say, they thought it was absolutely, disgustingly hilarious. Now that I'm removed from the situation, I can laugh at it too. But it wasn't funny to me in the least at the time. Here goes nothing... First, let me preface this by saying that being born with a

It has long been held that all most women really want is a guy who can love them for who they are, give them mind-blowing sex and be completely honest with them. Throw in a few movie nights watching chick flicks and the ability to cook a half-decent meal (without using a microwave), and you, my man, are GOLDEN! Or so we would like to think. You see, the problem is that the truth almost always ends up getting in the way. It doesn’t matter that “complete honesty” is one of the most requested attributes. And it doesn’t matter that you were just trying to be a good little honest boyfriend by answering “Yes, babe, I do wish you had an ass like hers but yours is pretty nice too”. Or “Of course I would have talked to your sister had I met her first. She’s freakin’ gorgeous!” I mean, after all, isn’t the point of asking a question to get a truthful answer? Well as you might be surprised to discover, rarely is a woman looking for a truthful response when she asks most questions. Especi

Knowing me as well as some of you do, I'm sure most of you guys are preparing yourselves to hear about a confrontation or something between this dude and I. However that couldn't be further from the truth. Actually our interaction was very brief but it was one of those moments that stick with you for a lifetime. Sometimes I've actually wondered if maybe he was angel sent here to open my eyes and show me something. Initially I didn't put much thought into out brief meeting, but for some reason I was just never able to let it go as I have with the thousands of other odd, yet seemingly unimportant occurrences and events I've experienced. Every so often I would think back to our meeting and be able to recall it with startling clarity and detail. Eventually I took this to mean that our meeting had to be more than just happenstance. There had to be an important reason as to why he has continuously manifested himself in my thoughts...even though it has been years since

I don't even know where to start with this one but let me get my disclaimer out of the way: I haven't read Steve Harvey's book, nor do I plan to. I have, however, seen the movie. So for the sake of argument I'm going to assume that the movie says the same thing that the book does. So as I make reference to the book, understand that I'm speaking from the perspective of what the movie showed me. Now with THAT being said, let me also say this: Anyone who bought that book for anything other than recreational reading, needs to go out and start their car, put their mouth around its tailpipe, proceed to inhale deeply and begin walking...no...running toward the light...Go on. It'll be ok. I promise...

I know there are going to be plenty of you guys ("guys" meaning women, for the most part...lol) that are going to strongly disagree with what I'm about to say, which is fine. What's funny though is that a lot of you who are going to disagree have been the most egregious examples as to why I believe AGE AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A NUMBER when it comes to matters of the heart. What I mean by that is it doesn't matter whether we're dealing with a younger woman or an older woman, we often have to go through a good deal of the same sh*t! Complaints about not communicating enough or not being affectionate enough? Check. Insecure and whiny? Check. Saying one thing but meaning another? Creating problems when there are none? Wanting and coercing their man to change? Check. Check. And check!

i wanna speek 2 u guyz about a epidimik dat iz swepin duh nayshun: duh abilitee to rite an/or tipe a compleet n grummaticly koreck sentens... Ok, I'm done writing in gibberish. But I just wanted to give you guys a visual of the type of nonsense that drives me crazy and contributes to the dumming  dumbing down of today's youth. However first let me say this: If you were able to read through that first sentence without so much as a pause, I don't know whether to consider you bilingually-gifted, an idiot savant or simply a prime example for today's blog. (Though to be honest, I'd definitely be leaning towards the ladder  latter...I'm jus' sayin'...).