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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Categorically Imperative's dating rundown


Kant would probably want my head on a stick.

But anyways, since no one's been posting anything personal (last was Ron and his hot momma dilemma), here's how the dating scene has been for newly-single Cat, in chronological order.

The Mountaineer Tall, baby-faced, former model, MLM pushover. Would rather climb a mountain than have dinner with me.

The Buddy Of Chinese descent, handsome, a very stimulating conversationalist, thinks I'm absolutely fun to be with, and spends hours chatting with me. Currently going steady with a sweet girl. Doesn't believe in "giving." Only "receives." Neither happened.

The Stud Older by only a few years but decades worldlier. Politically landed, has a commanding presence as well as a very arrogant and obnoxious air that made me want to punch him in the face the first time we met. We got it on. And on. And on. On more than one occasion. Ended disastrously. Now I really want to punch him in the face.

The Mercy Eff Oh Lord please forgive me. I was being unfair to him. Girls...if you don't like him, you don't have to force yourself into thinking otherwise.

The Jaded Dude Take a hint, I just don't like you, okaaaaaay?!?!

The Singer Young! A kid in more ways than one. Believes in happy endings and eternal love. The perfect gentleman. A hopeless romantic. An energizer bunny. Sings me love songs...and still pining over the one that got away.

So there it is, BSB peeps. That's as kiss-and-tell as I can go.

Cheer me up. This is depressing.

Contributed by categorically imperative :: 4:25 PM :: 20 comments

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Monday, January 30, 2006

If ever in sexual doubt....


Feel free to refer to.......

The Encyclopedia Of Sex : The web's best source of sexual terms and definitions.

Heh.... :P *Cheekiness due to too much time on my hands and nothing to do at home!! LOL*

Contributed by mistyeiz :: 6:37 PM :: 3 comments

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BSB trivia....


Ten Top Trivia Tips about The Bored Single Bloggers' Club!

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I am interested in - do tell me about

Contributed by Ronald Allan :: 9:02 AM :: 5 comments

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Friday, January 27, 2006

A question I often ask myself....








Black Eyed Peas - Where Is The Love


Provided by VideoCodes4U.com

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Just for a Laugh.....


I found this piece very funny so I snitched this from bings' blog today. Hope you don't mind bing...


What Religion is Your Bra?

A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, "I'd like to buy a bra for my wife. What type of bra?" asked the clerk. "Type?" inquires the man, "There's more than one type? "Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable. "Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from." Relieved, the man asked about the types.

The saleslady replied: "There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?" Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them. The Saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple...

The Catholic type supports the masses.
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen,
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and
The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills."

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Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, butcouldn't figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!
{A} Almost Boobs...
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can't Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up!


Thanks very much bing...

Contributed by Screwed-Up AKA SnglGuy :: 4:02 PM :: 0 comments

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Thursday, January 26, 2006

A question of my own....


What do I do if a married woman has the hots for me?

Would the answer be different if I were a woman and it was a married man who had the hots for me?

Let's also presume that the married woman/man is a real hot and good looking. What would you do if she/he tells you that she/he wanted to sleep with you? What about if she/he wanted to pursue a relationship?

Remember, in this scenario, you're the single one, and it's the other party who's married.

Contributed by Ronald Allan :: 9:19 AM :: 10 comments

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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Bondage = Taboo?


I’m curious (I’ve always been the curious one)….and so, I’d like to ask this to all of you in here since we are ohana (family).

This is what I’ve pretty much concluded based on my observation on the happenings around me. I’ll admit that I’ve always been somewhat intrigued by bondage, S&M….the whole taboo lot so to speak. O…no bestiality for me please! I’m totally against that….what a way to misuse animals. Blek!

Anyway, based on my observation I noticed that people get very excited at the mere mention of bondage, S&M, leather (blek!), whips, chains and pretty much any possible sex toy around. Just mention ‘battery operated’ and the first thing that pops in (almost) everyone’s mind is ~ vibrator. Why not a child’s bunny or a race car? Weird isn’t it? I bet everyone is intrigued by anything that is taboo ~ typical of human behavior. If it’s a big no-no, then our psychology seems to yell out, ‘It must be something exciting thus, I must try it out.’, on the other hand, it also seems to scream, ‘OMG! You’re sick!!’. So which is it?

Does it all boil down to how you perceive S&M or anything that is taboo? Whenever one talks about kinky stuff like threesomes or one night stands (ONS) or even swinging both ways, it seems to spark off an array of lewd gestures and conversations. Why is that so? Does kinky = earth shattering sex? Does having an interest in taboo stuff and actually practicing it make you thrashy and slutty?

Why do lots of people think that S&M is bad or taboo? Is it because (we think) it is not practiced in Asian countries much and that it was brought on by the Westerners (white man’s culture so to speak)? That just because it is not typically our culture thus, it has been labeled as taboo? I’m REALLY REALLY curious….so what say you? ;)

*I actually wrote about some taboo stuff in my Blogger some time ago but it was sliding towards gays, lesbians & metrosexuals, and what I thought about them. If you still wanna read it, knock yourselves out.

Contributed by mistyeiz :: 5:22 PM :: 12 comments

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I thought I'd post this one for everybody, especially the ladies. Ok ok so I snitched this from a website, so sue me...


SOME WEIRD SEXUAL FACTS


Actual amout of semen per ejaculation: 1-2 teaspoons

Average number of times a man will ejaculate in his lifetime: 7,200

Average # of times he will ejaculate from masturbation: 2,000

Average total amount of lifetime ejaculate: 14 gallons

Average amount of water it takes to fill a bathtub: 35 gallons

Average speed of ejaculation: 28 miles per hour

Average speed of a city bus: 25 miles per hour

Average # of calories in a teaspoon of semen: 7

Average # of calories in a can of Dr. Pepper: 150

Average length of penis when not erect: 3.5 inches

Average length when erect: 5.1

Smallest natural penis recorded: 5/8 of an inch

Largest natural penis recorded: 11 inches

Largest penis in the animal kingdom: 11 feet (blue whale)

Height from court floor to the rim of a basketball hoop: 10 feet

Most arousing time of day/season for a man: early morning/fall

Best ways to improve sexual function: quit smoking, start excercising, lose weight.

Foods that improve sex life: oysters, lean meat, seafood, whole grains, and wheat germ

Percent of men who say they masturbate: 60%

Percent of men who say they masturbate at least once a day: 54%

Percent of men who say they feel guilty masturbating that often: 41%

Amount of time needed for a man to regain erection: from 2 min to 2weeks

Average # of erections per day for a man: 11

Average # of erections during the night: 9

Distance sperm travels to fertilize an egg: 3-4 inches

The human equalivent: 26 miles (a marathon distance)

Time it takes the sperm: 2.5 seconds

Time it takes an average person to complete a marathon: 4 hours

Sperm life: 2 1/2 months (from development to ejaculation)

Shelf life of a hostess twinkie: 7 years

Cost of a year's supply of condoms: $100

Thickness of the average condom: .07 mm

Thickness of super-thin condoms: .05 mm

Thickness of plastic wrap: .0127 mm

# of times condoms are thicker that plastic wrap: almost 6

In general, the taste of a man's semen varies with his diet.

Some say that the alkaline-based foods (fish and some meats) produce a buttery or fishy taste.

Dairy products can create a foul taste.

The taste of semen after eating asparagus is said to be the foulest.

ACIDIC FRUITS AND ALCOHOL (EXCEPT PROCESSED LIQUORS) GIVE IT A PLEASANT AND SUGARY TASTE.

Examples: oranges, mangos, kiwi, lemons, grapefruit, limes, Labatt Blue, Honey Brown

Drinking a Corona with lime is double the fun.

Odors that increase blood flow to the penis:lavender, licorice, chocolate, doughnuts, pumpkin pie. (Happy Thanksgiving!)

Yes, the penis does shrink in the shower.

It is common for men to wake up with "morning wood," a name for an a.m. erection.

Blue balls, or the term a man uses when he says his balls will explode if he doesn't have sex, is totally false.

Contributed by Screwed-Up AKA SnglGuy :: 4:44 PM :: 9 comments

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Sunday, January 22, 2006

A question for BSB guys


What would make you turn down a girl for sex?

Please, enlighten me. PLEASE!!!

I need something more concrete than, He's just not that into me.

Contributed by categorically imperative :: 7:54 PM :: 32 comments

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Pacquiao wins!


Pacquiao wins!

Why bother watching the bout when everyone I know who has internet access or based in the United States or Canada is quick to text me the results?

Delayed telecasts here are just that: delayed.

Nonetheless, congratulations to the Pacman for doing his country proud. :-)

Ok, back to being bored...

Contributed by Ronald Allan :: 2:08 PM :: 2 comments

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

15 reasons...


I snitched this from the blog of BSB's newest member, lynne. I found this list so amusing and I thought I'd share it with our female members, especially categorically imperative....Cat, this is for you.


15 reasons why beer is better than men

1. You can have more than one beer at a time

2. You can get the size beer you want – even a long neck

3. A beer won’t give you whisker burns

4. You can suck on one beer all night long in you want

5. A beer doesn’t have to be hard to be good

6. You don’t have to finish a beer in 2 minutes – you can take as long as you want

7. A beer doesn’t expect you to be true while it runs around

8. A beer satisfies you every time

9. A beer is always there when you want it

10. If you pour a beer correctly you can have as big a head as you want

11. It takes a long time for a beer to go flat

12. Even when you pop your beer’s top, you can still have a long stiff one

13. Beers don’t expect you to be faithful and ask “Is there another beer?”

14. You can have a quick beer on your lunch hour

15. If you want to change beers, you don’t need a lawyer


Thanks for the list lynne...

Contributed by Screwed-Up AKA SnglGuy :: 11:39 PM :: 3 comments

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My turn....


My turn at the meme. Unfortunately, it came out a bit too serious, but what the hey. :-)

I am bored.

Is it just me, or is life just like one blowjob gone wrong, you know, the kind that ain't going so well but you're too nice to tell the girl that's she's doing a lame-ass job of doing it?

Hasn't it ever happened to you, to be in a screwed up position but you're just too nice to complain? And what does that get you? People misinterpret your kindness and patience for weakness and step on you like a grape destined to end up as wine.

Don't you ever feel like picking up a gun and shooting people at random? I have, and the thought just scares me. That I can actually be capable of not only imagining such a scenario, but of relishing it as well. It scares me, truly.

Why? You've probably heard the old cliche' in some movie before, the power to control another's life...in the extreme to even end it, can really corrupt a person's thoughts, especially if one has been put down a lot in his or her life.

Is it just the loneliness? I don't know. I never minded the solitude. I kinda like being alone with ones own thoughts for company. Have you ever done anything of the sort? Sitting alone by a bay, staring at the sunset, listening to the churning water as the waves crash over the shore. We think. We feel. And we remember.

I am not a robot. I cannot always be cool and calculating in every situation, even if that is what other people expect of me. Sometimes the expectations of other people can be a burden too great to bear.

So we try our best. But inevitably, sometimes we fail.

And despite our best efforts, we hardly can even begin to forgive ourselves for our shortcomings.

Perhaps, that is why I feel blue.

Be a perfectionist in an imperfect world and you'll know what I mean.

Contributed by Ronald Allan :: 7:08 PM :: 3 comments

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I am Woman


This is a product of imagination.

A woman both tired and dissatisfied of her lovemaking with her lover considered writing him a letter.

Dear Man lover,

I am woman, hear me roar! (Did you hear it?) Will not do blowjob (not always), when what is wanted for the moment is cunnilingus (well, always??). Force! (and even if you twist my arm or my leg) and you’ll taste my grapes of wrath (or my bolts of thunder). Or at random, decide to withdraw from the whole action (cruel, isn’t it?).

Man, this woman has the power to ease your loneliness. She has also the ability to love while making love. Like water overflowing, your desire will be quenched.

Then like a robot, an android, a machine, you will abide out of the blue

But this woman chooses for you not to be an android or any of its equivalents. She needs the emotions for a wonderful act of love.

I desire,

Woman lover
This is not my first attempt to sensual or erotic writing. And this is not even erotic.

Contributed by bing :: 2:38 PM :: 4 comments

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Friday, January 20, 2006

Tinkle Sprinkle


Snglguy's post on Men's Rules (that women should know) really cracked me up!

"...Women, learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down..."

RIGHT.

Two years ago, I was working away from my hometown. My bosses (I had three of them) had me and another girl stay at a rented apartment together with one of the boss's nephews.

The nephews were very domesticated. They cooked. They swept and mopped the floor. Best of all, they cleaned toilets. Me? Anything outside the perimeter of my room was unofficially not my responsibility. I got away with it all the time because the guys didn't have the heart to order girls around.

Sometimes the bosses would fly in to settle some company matters and during those times, they would stay at the apartment too. Boss #1 was the nephews' uncle. He was a nice guy, very friendly and comical. But he was usually insomnia-stricken, causing him to wake up at 3 or 4am and watch tv. And a few times, he caught me coming home in the wee hours of the morning after a hot date. But he was nice enough not to say anything. (Gosh, I feel so guilty now.)

Boss #2 was quiet. He was friendly too, but more or less indifferent to the staff. We liked that, because he seldom gave us trouble.

Boss #3 was a short, bald, flamboyant guy who's rather in denial about his age and marital status. He would regale us with all his past sexual antics and what-nots. He had the classic Napoleon complex. Because of his height issue, he went all out to demand respect and attention.

That was okay. I would never bite the hand that feeds me.

The worst thing about boss #3 (let's call him Shorty) was that he could never aim properly when taking a leak. Our apartment had two identical bathrooms side by side and for whatever reason, Shorty took a liking for my bathroom. But after he used the toilet, there would be yellow pee stains all over the toilet bowl rim and once I found some on the wall. I suppose it's pee backsplash, I can't imagine him purposely aiming at the wall. But man, it was BAD.

I couldn't take it anymore and so I told my colleagues all about it. We came to a conclusion that either:

Shorty was too short and therefore his penis didn't quite reach the edge of the toilet bowl.

Shorty never held onto his penis properly when taking a leak, thus creating a "high-pressured waterhose on the loose" effect.

Shorty was just marking his territory like dogs do.

Shorty just had to "sign" his name on everything he did. Yes, even peeing.


Ugh. I get goosebumps just imagining his toilet works of art.

Contributed by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 2:02 PM :: 10 comments

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Thursday, January 19, 2006



I kinda snitched this from a website while I was surfing....


Men's Rules (that women should know)


Women, learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not considered by us to be opportunities to see if we can find the perfect present . . . . again!

Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.

Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

Don't cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her.

Ask for what you want. Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

We don't remember dates. . . .Period!!

Most guys own three pairs of shoes - tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?

Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.

Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.

If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.

If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We've been tricked before!!

If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it's genetic.

You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we.

The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to your girlfriends.

ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you.

If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.

Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it's Bruce Lee or some war flick where it doesn't really matter what they're saying anyway.)

BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.

Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know, it's like camping.


*Howard Daughters


Yeah yeah, I know it's so chauvinistic.....

Contributed by Screwed-Up AKA SnglGuy :: 10:33 PM :: 10 comments

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The all famous Punch Card System


While driving to work yesterday, the DJ mentioned how Korea has dished out millions to invest in this new handphone technology which allows you to pinpoint the location of practically anyone, anywhere, anytime. It is some sort of a tracking device. This sparked off a string of callers giving their 2 cents worth and before I could hear the conclusion I had arrived at the office. So too bad – I can’t share it with you all.

Most people gave an outright yes, saying that this technology is good and should be implemented because it’s good to monitor the whereabouts of your children to keep them from getting kidnapped and perhaps even getting caught between the sheets – where they are not suppose to be at in the first place. (Face the facts people, you can’t stop a teen from trying to find out more about sex first hand, ok?) When the DJ turn the tables on them, they reluctantly admitted that it was not right after all because once you have the power to check on your kids, what there stopping you from checking in on your spouse or partner?

For me, I totally disagree mainly because it’s a violation of my privacy. I wouldn’t want to use it on anyone (as tempting as it is to be able to know where Hedo will be at tonight) and I damn right don’t want other people using it to track where the heck I am. (Damn…They might even find out I’m a frequent at places people should NEVER know about!!) There is this ‘thing’ called trust and what a delicate ‘thing’ this is and I can just imagine the number of problems popping up once this service is launched.

I used to date a guy who was SO possessive. It was so bad that either he would follow me to wherever I went or if he couldn’t, then everywhere I went he wanted to know where I was going, who I was going with, who I was meeting up with and what time I’d be back. I’d have to call him and tell him all this and the minute I step back into the house, I’d have to do the same. If I’m 10 minutes late or off the ‘reported’ time of arrival home, he shouts the house down and starts drilling me for all the details. It’s worst than recording in a log book or reporting for National Service duty. Heck, even my mum isn’t like that at all!! I wonder what made him Mr. High & Mighty that I was required to do as he wanted me too. But at that time, I would do anything just to avoid a fight. SO I blame myself for giving in too much. I bet he would have LOVED to own one of these if they had it back then – good thing they didn’t!! It would seriously have made my life a living hell.

However, the bizarre thing is, I was never allowed to question his whereabouts simply because he’s 'the social kind and his work is such that he has a lot of friends and customers to entertain' so he can't be constantly keeping me in the loop. Me being that ‘perfect’ girlfriend that I thought I was, would in turn never ask him lar coz I know it wouldn’t make a difference coz he’d be mad if I asked too much. And so once again, I find myself quieting accepting his stupid and ridiculous reasons. Talk about giving him TOO much face. Now, I got kicked in the backside – but all for the better, no regrets there. I left him in the end. Enough is enough. *Sings, "These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you"....*

The point is I feel that sometimes we are selfish and are only concerned about what suits us the best or benefits us. But when the tables are turned and we realize that we are also exposed to this technology, many get all defensive and say that it’s not right and not good. With Korea already starting to implement this, would you too agree to want this IF this service was offered to you some day?

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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

This is not a horny post...i'm really angry!!!


Meme post...

All that was asked of you was SOME honesty. Not total, but at least give me an honest answer to the question I asked several times: Are you sure you don't have a girlfriend/s? I could've handled a Yes, but to say No only to find out you're really seeing someone EXCLUSIVELY??? Do I have a sign on my forehead that says, "Lie to me! I'll believe everything!"

So do you have any idea what I'll do during that blowjob I promised to give you later? Right before you cum, I'm gonna crush your balls like grapes. You'll scream in agony but since I've bound your wrists with duct tape, there's nothing you can do. I'll have absolute power over you. Believe me you're gonna want to go back to being a loser stuck in eternal loneliness after I've had my way with you.

I'm gonna beat you with a baseball bat until you're black and blue all over. I'll be like some robot gone haywire, swinging that bat over random places on your body, and douse you with cold water every so often, and then leave you to the point of death.

That's one less asshole we girls have to watch out for.

Contributed by categorically imperative :: 2:16 PM :: 5 comments

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A meme tag for BSB members....


Okay let's have a little fun in here. The other day, I got tagged by hedonistics anonymous with a word based meme post. In this meme, you have to make up a story of between 100-200 words. Now here's the catch...these words have to be included once, and only once:

1. I
2. me
3. blowjob
4. grapes
5. random
6. power
7. loneliness
8. water
9. robot
10. blue

Yvy and hedonistics anonymous had already posted their work in their respective blogs, while I had just posted mine today. But we will also post them here for everyone to read. As of this writing, beer brat has yet to submit his work.* Attention Beer brat*

So now, I will be tagging the rest you members of BSB to do this meme and post them here. Ok guys, you know who you are, no ifs, no buts...

I am particularly interested at what categorically imperative will write. Heh

Anyways, this is what I posted:

* Warning: For mature, open minded readers only*

I once met a girl who gave me the best blowjob a man could ever have. Her lips had such power that my balls felt like crushed grapes after it was over. Gawd, it was electric! She was like a precision made robot with the way her head bobbed up and down my shaft. It felt so good that way, but as much as my mind want her to keep doing it, my physical body couldn't hold it any longer. Suddenly, it came out...like water bursting out of a broken pipe, and there were fireworks everywhere. Up to this day, its still a wonder why out of the blue, she chose an ugly guy at random among the many good looking ones inside the bar. It's probably because all of them were drunk at the time, completely forgetting the loneliness they were feeling earlier.

That's a hundred and fortyfive words.....

Man! This is will be the first and definitely the last erotic piece I'm ever gonna write, I felt exhausted....

* Note: This is an updated version

Hope you all enjoyed this piece, now show us yours.....your work I mean.

Contributed by Screwed-Up AKA SnglGuy :: 8:53 AM :: 8 comments

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Male Parade


n recent memory, i've deliberately paraded an entire slew of guys before my parents and let them drool a bit, before pulling back. As expected, it produced the desired effect: they shut up for a few merciful weeks about my much-maligned single status.

Today, there was no escaping. We were in a moving vehicle en route home, and I couldn't jolly well eject and abandon her could I?

"So which one of them did you like?" She pounced on me with steely-eyed determination.

I squirmed a bit before mumbling, "Dunnolah."

"You better hurry up and know. Clock is ticking you know! No good to have baby after 35, your baby has higher chance of contracting Down's Syndrome. And I want at least two grandchildren."

Groan. The eternal scourge of women who don't marry young. Overly concerned mothers. Unfortunately, the memory of her cradling my cousin's newborn girl was all too fresh. She looked radiant as she cooed away.

I mean Mum, not the baby.

How? I can't produce a grandchild/son-in-law on demand, only a host of eligible guy friends who are all wonderful buddies who'd go to the ends of the earth for me and vice versa. Except, marry each other that is.

I once considered marrying a gay buddy. Serious. I even proposed to him, cos Mum's crazy about him too. He was tickled pink, but already in a relationship with another sweet guy (who also looked like a supermodel). I hate to say this, but more and more I'm beginning to believe that the best men are either gay, married or have a Olympic-size psychological complex. The last addition is my own appendage from personal experience.

Since ive failed to ink a single contract, it's time to go back to the drawing board again. Damn why did I go and terminate my subscription to a certain online dating agency?

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

How to crush a guy's ego...in the bedroom! Part 2


36. Let's just stick with your hand.
37. Do you need a splint to prop that up?
38. How interesting.
39. I never saw one like that before.
40. What do you call this?
41. But it still works right?
42. Damn I hate baby-sitting.
43. It looks so unused.
44. Do you take steroids?
45. I hear excessive masturbation shrinks your dick.
46. Maybe it looks better in natural light.
47. I think there's a dildo around here somewhere.
48. Why don't we skip right to the cigarettes?
49. Let me know when you're done.
50. Oh, I didn't know you were in an accident.
51. Did you date Lorena Bobbitt?
52. Aww, it's hiding...
53. Are you cold?
54. If you get me real drunk first.
55. Is that an optical illusion?
56. What is that?
57. Does this run in your family?
58. I'll go get the ketchup for your French fry.
59. Were you neutered?
60. It's a good thing you have so many other talents.
61. Does it come with an air pump?
62. So this is why you're supposed to judge people on personality.
63. Where are the puppet strings?
64. (muffled voice) Look, it all fits in my mouth at once!
65. Deep throat???
66. Your big gun is more like a BB gun.
67. Can you get this pencil out of me now?
68. Do I hang my hat on it?
69. Look, it fits my Barbie clothes!
70. Don't hold back.

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Monday, January 16, 2006

An Email from a 'Single' Friend


This email was sent to me a few months after this young woman friend resigned from the company (that was 2003) where I am still employed. She is one of those 'kikays', and intelligent, too. And not in hurry to be committed or get married. I really admire her for being stubborn about her decision of being single despite the taunts. But I am not sure if this email is her own words or was only forwarded to her.

Buhay Single
Bakit ba tuwing may "get2geder" ang mga tao, mapa-family reunion man or simpleng barkada gimik, ang unang tanong sayo ay "May boyfriend ka ba?" at bago ka pa maka-sagot ay maririnig mo naman ang "Bakett walaaaaaa??!"

Hayyy, kelangan ba talagang may bitbit kang boylet sa mga occasions na ito? Pano kung wala talaga? Alanganamang maki-usap pa ako sa mga "close" guy friends ko para mag-panggap na "kami"?! Di naman ata tama yun, dee-bah?

How I wish na sana mas maintindihan ng mga tao na sa mga panahon ngayon ay "accepted" na sa society na MEDYO made-delay ang pag-iisang dibdib ng mga kababaihan.. especially girls like me who want to get into so many things all at the same time.

I also wish that people would understand that OKAY LANG AKO and the rest of THE SAMAHANG MALAMIG ANG PASKO...
Valentines day.. Birthday..etc. I mean, we do get lonely once in a while.. naiingit din dun sa may mga LOVELIFE... paminsan-minsan? kung minsan naman ay nagmumuni sa mga past kilig moments? but these lonely moments do not and will not make our "world" stop...

Isipin nyo nalang, na kung wala kaming mga single friends nyo, eh di wala kayong paghihingaan ng sama ng loob tuwing nag-aaway kayo ng boylet or girlet nyo? wala rin kayong "instant date" kung sakaling nangailangan kayo?... wala rin kayong mahihila sa mall para maghanap ng magandang regalo for your better-half pag xmas... o kaya pag bday nya? at ang pinaka-mahalaga sa lahat, wala kayong KAKAMPI if things between you and your labidabs don't work out.

Marami naman sa aming mga singles ay nakaranas na rin na "ma-in-love".. yun nga lang, obvious ba?????????? it all didn't work out! Pero di naman kami "bitter" o galit sa mundo?
and totoo nga nyan eh mas lumalalim ang kahulugan ng"love" para sa min.

When you're all by yourself, there's more time to reflect and think what you really want in life. Mas naiisip mo kung ano ba talaga ang makakapagbigay ng tunay na ligaya sayo... at mas naiisip mo kung pano matutupad ang lahat ng mga pangarap mo.

And while reflecting, we also get to imagine that we will, one day.... end up with someone who will share those dreams with us.

Di naman sa nang-iinggit ako pero masaya rin ang buhay naming mga single... Biruin mo we can go out with anybody, anytime..that is. We can get into all kinds of things..like go to the gym regularly.. or get into all kinds of sports... or any "Self-enhancement" programs, etc... Mejo tipid din ang buhay single kasi la naman kaming po-problemahin tuwing Valentines day or Christmas? o diba ang saya? Sa palagay ko naman ay lahat tayo ay may karapatang sumaya ke single man o attached ka. I guess may kanya-kanya lang tayong panahong lumigaya at Diyos lamang ang maka-pagsasabi... kung kelan nga dadating ang oras na yon.

So, para sa mga kasalukuyang "ATTACHED", I wish you all the luck and happiness. Should there be any problems, don't forget that your SINGLE friends are always here for you!!!!!

Sa mga "bagong SINGLES" naman, wag nang magmukmok! Enjoy life.... enjoy the single life!!! There are a lot of things that you will still discover. At tandaan mo, DI KA NAG-IISA!!!
madami-dami tayo..hehehehe :)

At dun naman sa kapwa kong mga SINGLES? I hope that we are one in believing that we long for someone NOT BECAUSE WE WANT TO BE HAPPY but we long for someone because we want to share our happiness with that special person for the rest of our lives....
So there... I am not single anymore and I am happily married. But I believe that we don't we force anybody to get married nor criticize anybody because he or she is still single. It is his or her life, and probably has reasons why he or she opts to be single. Let's just hope the singles don't get bored to death..

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Romeo and Juliet but not quite...


They met each other way back in high-school, or so I heard. They both didn't like each other at first sight. She thought that he was a brash, flirtatious punk who was more interested in skipping classes and making fun of other kids. He thought that she was an snobbish princess with her nose perpetually stuck in the air.

So they both continued to ignore each other, until one day fates threw them both together during college years. And they fell in love.

It was stormy romance full of ups and downs. Her parents disliked him at first, thinking he wasn't good enough for their only daughter. Things got worse when she got knocked up one day and had to make a trip to the abortionist. Her parents banned her from seeing him after that, but he didn't give up. He actually knelt in the middle of the road in front of her house till she relented and came out to the balcony to see him.

Finally, after too many confrontations with her family, he took her in to stay with his family. His parents accepted her as their second daughter, footed her educations bills etc.

He met her 8 years ago. They're both 24 this year. And they're getting married tonight.

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Greener pastures…


You’ve been with someone for a long time. You spent countless hours together as a couple and thought you loved him. He felt the same too. Shit happens and one day you both break up but life goes on despite the pain.

A few years down the road, you both meet up and decide to give it a shot although you aren’t too sure about it. You believe everyone deserves a second chance. You go with flow only to realize that you’re being dragged down by the current and you’re slowly drowning. It’s tougher trying to get out of the whirlpool a second time but you have to do it in order to save yourself. In the end, you succeed after a lot of struggling and fighting.

You feel a certain loss, a certain emptiness after the drama is all over. You sit down and think, was it all worth while? Should you have given that second chance or left it where there could have been some sweet memories to fall back on? Now, all that’s left are jagged hopes, dreams and too many tears. Life goes on just like how time and tide waits for no man.

You’ve moved on to greener pasture where you know your true happiness lies. But sometimes you still wonder if you can truly leave it all behind when you finally realized that you were truly in love and not just thinking it. It is even possible to have feelings for one who had so badly hurt you?

One may be able to forgive but memories are impossible to forget.

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New Layout....


Ok guys, tell me if you all like this new layout. If you think it stinks I'll put back the old one...

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Sunday, January 15, 2006

Conversations....


One of those phone conversation between me and my ex-wife....

Ex: Hey, the whole family is going out to dinner tonight at ******restaurant.

Me: Ok, so your sister and brother-in-law are going too?

Ex: Of course, that's why they will be wrapping up the sales meeting earlier than usual.

Me: Great, then you can just hitch a ride with them to the resto and save me the trip since the resto is only a few blocks away from my workplace.

Ex: WHAT??? You're not going to pick me up?

Me: I was just thinking that it would be easier if you just ride with them to the restaurant, than for me to come down all the all the way from work, pick you up, then come back again to the same area.

Ex: But I don't want to ride with them...

Me: Why?

Ex: Nothing, I just don't want to. Now are you gonna pick me up or not?

Me: Ok fine, I'll pick you up.


A few hours later, I was already at her workplace looking for a place to park when my cellphone rang, it was my ex...


Ex: Ok, I changed my mind. Don't pick me up anymore, I'm riding with my sister. You can go straight to the resto.


Me: Whatta? I'm ALREADY in the parking lot! Why didn't you tell me sooner??? I thought you didn't want to ride with them???

Ex: I changed my mind, ok?

Me: You didn't want to listen to my suggestion earlier, and you made me drive all the way here and that's all you can say?

Ex: Yeah, now you just go on ahead and don't wait for me. We'll just see you there....

Me: Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.......


I'll never understand women......

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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Match in Hell


While tucking into five-spice meat roll and perut ikan, it suddenly occurred to me that my cousin brother Xiong has finally broken the family curse.

He becomes the first to tie the knot among fourteen cousins in my maternal side, half of whom are of marriageable age.

First in line is his sister. Her less-than-spindly figure always gets picked on as the main cause for her unwelcome eligibility at the ripe old age of mid-thirties, but to her credit, she doesn’t let it stop her from living it up. Man or no man, she’s travelled up a storm in every continent except the Americas.

Next up is me. Self-explanatory.

Third comes Xiong. Brilliant scholar, fulfilled early academic promise to crack the Electrical Eng fold in UM, and going on to marry this demure, fair-skinned waif who doesn’t speak much. I expect his life to conclude based on its scripted ending.

Fourth, fifth and six cousins respectively are a trio of siblings birthed by my mum’s third sister. Pleasant enough personality and looks, but not exactly the first to fly off the shelves, if you know what I mean.

“So when is your turn?” cackled this aunt who is a spinster herself at 50something.

I nearly choked on my watermelon slice.

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This reminds me of the time I frightened off a another potential mate from an online dating agency.

We hadn’t gone ten minutes into our online chat and the wittiest rejoinders he could come up with (after pregnant pauses) were:

“You’re too hot to handle.”

“I haven’t met anyone who speaks like you. I am still adjusting.”

All because I said something rather banal about empirical facts not being terribly important to plumbing another person’s depths.

After that fiery maiden intro, he has been suspiciously offline on yahoo instant messenger. Either that or he has been extraordinarily busy. Not that I was terribly keen, mind you. His credentials – ex-army widower with three kids – were hardly the kind I could brandish eagerly to Mom & Pop, even if I’m about to attain permanent membership in the hallowed halls of spinsterhood any day now. And conversation was at best, forgettable.

To check out the online matchmaking market, I browsed the net further.

I’d gone no further than page one of the 30-40 year old male demographic when I encountered these classics:

I am an outgoig guy which havea lot of time to spend on week-end. Caring and good communicator. Like to laugh and have fun.

Any one who interested to be a friend and love to talk and like to travel with me. I have no problem to get along with. I am always young at heart. I can say my brain is a bit mature Ha! Ha!

(We get it. You think you have a great sense of humour. Ha ha. You can stop trying to be funny now. Please.)

I used my free time to cope new movies and I work in a Consultant firm. I like to know more peoples in every life. I usually used up my annual leaves to travel either inbound or outbound. My height is 5' 10". My hair style is straight and my body with V shape. I am tall and muscular. I like to wear simple clothing like T-shirts with Jeans, Hawaiian short sleeeves with bermuda pants.

(Which company does he consult for again so that I can warn my boss against this substandard wannabe?)

i just like to meet some new invisible friends , as sometimes is easier to speak up your mind and release ur tensions of daily activity,problems, opinion and idea by chatting with people u not connected, so a more direct answer can be receive....

(Dear Mr Eligible Bachelor, does anybody other than Jessica Alba qualify since you mentioned “invisible” as one of your requirements?)

I terminated my subscription to that aforementioned agency some time back. At RM61 monthly a pop, it wasn’t practical to wade through the sea of cubic zirconium to get to the diamond in the rough.

Do online dating agencies enforce some kind of a quality control, or is it a free-for-all at a token fee?

Even then, I don’t get it. I browsed through the women’s section, and while not every advertiser is as eloquent as Oprah Winfrey, they’re still a cut above their male counterparts. At the very least, the womenfolk have the decency to proofread their profiles for grammar, syntax and spelling errors.

Could it be true after all? That men really are the more slipshod sex?

I’m not alone. A friend has been a member of another dating site for three years already and the first guy to initiate contact sent her this notification message:

Greeting from the pearl of the orient, After all this year, to write my profile is really a dunting task. Anyway A picture paint a thousand words. I might not the poet with words, but i am very down to earth, god fearing and your white knight in good n bad time. In shot your SOULMATE forever. bye from now. HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON.

As she put it, if this is what we have to look forward to in terms of guys, we’re doomed.

*Hello everyone, my first contribution :)

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Friday, January 13, 2006

Something's not right.....


Ever experience this really weird feeling - it's SO weird that I'm kind of lost for words in trying to describe it. It's THAT weird.....

Ok, picture this......you found out about a blog from one of your daily reads and decided to drop by because this blogger swears that this particular site is just simply awesome and how much this blogger loves this OTHER blogger who has this awesome site. So you take the chance and end up in this 'awesome' blog.

Although I have nothing against those who prefer to only swing the same way as they do, I can't help but really feel irritated and so menyampah (sorry don’t know the English word for this) at this particular blogger. He’s the epitome of a narcissists and his blog is just that ~ PURE 101% narcissists. It’s up to the point where I wish I could bitch-slap this particular ‘awesome’ blogger because he irritates the crap out of me by the way he blogs, the way he poses, the way he shops, heck…..pretty much everything about his irritates me, he's just SO full to the brim of himself. His very being drives me up the wall but you know what the bizarre and funny thing is…..?

I can’t get enough of this irritating specimen they call : Bryanboy!!!!

ROTFLOL…..*He better thank Hedo personally for this free publicity*

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14 tips to follow when having an affair


Here is an interesting piece I got when I was so bored and hopping along the blogosphere. This is not something that I recommend, but it is something to look out for. Guys are getting wiser and so we – ladies – should also be.

The following is an excerpt and if you want to get the full version, go here. The man is European whose wife is Japanese. Here’s how he do it:
  1. Never keep credit card slips in your wallet. I keep them in my office.
  2. From the very beginning I have told my wife that it is considered extremely rude to open someone else’s letters (card-statements included). She would never open any of my letters. But even is she did, I can always say that payments are for a client’s hotel, or dinner with a client.
  3. She knows I don’t like talking on the phone, so most of our communication is by phone-mail. In fact I do like talking on the phone, but I made her believe the opposite at an early point in our relationship.
  4. I always clear out my phone of any call- and receive-history. I have blocked access to my phone-emails with a password that I
    change frequently. If she asks me why I’m so secretive, I just tell her that I’m
    careful about data of my clients leaking out in case I lose my phone somewhere.
  5. Sometimes she might ask to send a picture by phone mail, from wherever I am. Whenever I’m on a “real” trip somewhere in Japan, I take pictures for future use. I have pictures from basically every part of Japan, in my phone. It’s also wise to ask friends to send you some pictures when they are traveling, just so you can keep a good stock of photos. Just have to be careful to change the information (date etc.) in the photo before sending it to the wifey.
  6. I always wear different kind of colognes. Many different types. Change often! The wife can never detect any women perfume just because you always smell different as well. And in Japan you are standing packed in the train during rush-hour, so you will probably get some scent from the ladies next to you anyway.
  7. In my portable calendar I only write down things that can’t hurt the wife to see. No use of codes or cryptic. Everything is written very plain to see. Instead, I keep the girl-schedule in my phone, which is locked by password that I change frequently.
  8. Going out to purchase something usually takes a about three hours in Tokyo. I take frequent trips to the electrical store to buy ink-cartridges. During those three hours it’s easy to meet one of your mistresses and fool around in a hotel. Ink-cartridges are bought in bulk and kept where the spare wheel is, in my car. My wife doesn’t drive.
  9. One problem is gifts. I receive a lot of gifts from my mistresses at Christmas and Birthdays. I keep them all in my office. Sometimes there are also things that suits to give my wife. Keeps her happy. There are often things that I can pass on to my colleagues as well, neckties etc. I’m being the nice guy in the office. Nobody knows...
  10. My phone is always on vibrator mode. My wife knows this as well, that I hate when the phone rings. The ring tone actually startles me. If some of my girlfriends should by chance call me, my wife won’t know about it as the phone silently vibrates in my pocket. My phone is also set to go off at midnight, and power on again at 8 in the morning. No surprises.
  11. I never write the correct address when checking in to a hotel. They never check anyway. If I forgot something in the room I don’t want them to contact me. I guess I can live with that. In either case, I can always go back and pick it up.
  12. I never use a condom. The smell of latex or rubber can be traced, and also the rubbers are difficult to hide. In Japan most women don’t care if you use a condom or not, and many of my women will actually say that it feels better without it.
  13. I use coin-lockers a lot. It’s a good place to keep a stash of clothes. I can say I go to work, and then change to something more casual for my date.
  14. When traveling, even if so only a couple of hours, it’s customary to bring home the specialty of that particular region. I know where they sell specialties from every part of Japan, in Tokyo. I usually purchase the gift first, and then tell my wife “where” I’m going, depending on the gift. This makes her trust me even more. So, you see? It’s not only about being able to fool around, but you must also give your wife what she expects. I think I have a perfect gig here.

Have I forgotten anything? I can also say that another advantage in Japan is that a Japanese wife would never call your office. If she needs you, she will only call your phone, or in our case, she will mail me.

Lucky bastard...

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Thursday, January 12, 2006

How to crush a guy's ego...in the bedroom! Part 1


Lifted somewhere...

1. I've smoked fatter joints than that.
2. Ahh, it's cute.
3. I'm sorry.
4. Never mind, why bother.
5. Who circumcised you?
6. Why don't we just cuddle?
7. You know they have surgery to fix that.
8. It's more fun to look at.
9. Make it dance.
10. You know, there's a tower in Italy like that.
11. Can I paint a smiley face on that?
12. It looks like a nightcrawler.
13. Wow, and your feet are so big.
14. My last boyfriend was 4" bigger.
15. It's OK, we'll work around it.
16. Is this a mild or a spicy Slim Jim?
17. Eww, there's an inch worm on your thigh.
18. Will it squeak if I squeeze it?
19. Oh no, a flash headache.
20. (giggle and point)
21. Can I be honest with you?
22. My 8-year-old brother has one like that.
23. Let me go get my tweezers.
24. How sweet, you brought incense.
25. This explains your car.
26. You must be a growing boy.
27. Maybe if we water it, it'll grow.
28. Thanks, I needed a toothpick.
29. Are you one of those pygmies?
30. Have you ever thought of working in a sideshow?
31. Ever hear of Clearasil?
32. All right, a treasure hunt!
33. I didn't know they came that small.
34. Why is God punishing you?
35. At least this won't take long.

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Horses


Single friend: How do you know if he's the right one for you?

Me: *Shrugs* No idea. You just do, I guess...

Really, I have no freakin' idea how to tell if he's the ONE. Nobody does, I think. Getting involved in a relationship is similar to prepping a horse for a race. First, you find a horse that you like. Then you work hard to gain the horse's trust. You feed it, care for it, bla bla bla. And when it's sufficiently prepared and confident, you pop the BIG QUESTION.

"Would you like to enter the Kentucky Derby, my dear?"

Once on the track, you place your bets and pray hard that your little prancing pony would come away a winner.

But nobody can always expect a fairytale ending. Murphy's Law: If shit can happen, it will happen.

The horse might run away to a neighbouring farm and refuse to return.

The horse might run away in the middle of the night and get itself knocked down by a speeding truck.

The horse might elope with another girl horse.

The horse might turn out to be an ill-tempered, good for nothing creature that only wants to eat and sleep and not train for races.

The horse might be a stolen horse and one day the police will come knocking at your door.

So what do you do when shit happens? Well, you can opt to bear with the horrible animal and pray that one day it would reform itself. Or you can opt to sell it and get a new horse. Or sell it and get a dog instead. Heh.

Or just shoot the damn creature and remain single for life.


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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Punzi's handy-dandy universal theory on women...


Atty. Punzi's take on the battle of sexes. Reposted with permission. :-)



Women are far superior than men... and do you know why?

Simple. They can easily manipulate us. Trust me. This is not only from my own personal experience (and more than a couple of beers, if I may add). There is some historical truth to what I am about to say. Many wars have been fought, many countries, governments, large companies and marriages have been destroyed, conquered, taken over and handed over to women just because they can and actually did. There is no need for any historical enumeration to prove this point.

And you need not look far. The shrewdest businessman was never be fooled by his colleagues in their respective transactions, only to have his clock (as well as his riches) cleaned by his mistress he picked up in some girlie bar. Mind you, this mistress probably never had a college degree and yet cleaned his Ivy-league educated man for everthing he's got.

Imagine, from personal experience, I was never a match for a college drop-out receptionist, even with my law degree (that I earned after eight years of university study) and several year's worth of law practice.

How, you say, are we easily manipulated? They know how to push our buttons to get what they want. As a matter of fact, we men have only one button to push. And women know this and push it well...

For women, the task is simple and very easy to accomplish. They just have to get our other "head" down "there" to override our true heads. Yeah you know... the one that actually thinks.

They just have to give us the mere promise or even hope of future copulation. The very act or the deed itself is even purely optional on their part.

Once they succeed and our other head takes over, they can pretty much have their way with us. At that point, we are pretty much at their mercy.

Face it. How many of us would have jumped over the highest mountain, swam the deepest ocean, plucked the stars out of the night sky to string into pearl necklaces and all that other "romantic" crap just to "get the girl?" And what does "getting the girl" really mean? Admit it. It's simply getting the girl in the sack.

And that's why they can get their way with us men. They know we men want one thing and only one thing from them. You think we are just using them. On the contrary, they are just using us to get what they want.

And just what do women want? We men don't have a clue.

That's our weakness. They know what we want but we don't know what they want.

C'mon. When the chips are down, you know what I just said is true. We are inferior beings compared to them.

So now you know, my friends. And, as GI Joe and my fellow-blogger officemate says, "Knowing is half the battle."

(Originally posted March 30, 2005 on Punzi's Corner Blog.)

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People want me dead!




Lucky me had 2 days off from work. That's 2 days of public holidays and me hibernating at home. Well, knowing me I couldn't stay home so I decided to meet up with a girlfriend who's getting married in 2 months time. *Congrats gurl!!*

So off I went on my way to meet her at Pragin Mall, a (rather) new and nice place in Penang Island. It takes me some 1 hour or more to reach there if I go by ferry and I did just that coz I wanted to catch a few winks seeing that I went pubbing (not clubbing) on Monday night.

As I exited the ferry terminal, I couldn't believe my pretty hazel eyes - Penang roads were BARE! It was a sight to behold! And as usual, yours truly forgot to bring the cam and thus, no proof to show. But trust me when I say that it was SO empty, I could have rolled from one side of that 4 lane road to the other and not get squashed. I guess I spoke too soon.

Right after the traffic lights, I could see the real hustle and bustle of the city life that makes Penang, PENANG. There I was driving as slowly as I could coz the roads were getting crowded and before I could even say fiddlesticks, I see a bus almost at full speed coming at me on the other side. HELLOOOOOOOO!! I'm just right HERE, you moron!! Gawd, how is that bus drivers think they own the road? He nearly ran me off the road and worst still I couldn't move but pray nothing would happen! Haiyoooo......he actually had to swerve to avoid the stationary car in front of him and by doing so, he found himself on MY side of the road. Geezzz.....

After all the cussing and swearing, and before I can finish uttering my last cuss word, another moron tries to cut in front of me from my left!! Gawd, I'll admit that *SOME* lady drivers need to be BANNED from EVER driving anywhere. I don't know if she was trying to intimidate me into stopping for her at the speed she was going, which I would not have coz it was MY road (and you best be informed that I am VERY protective of my road when I'm on it) or she was just trying her luck to see if she could actually cut me off before I actually crash into her butt. Good thing the head of her shoulders were working and she braked just in time. Otherwise she would have crashed into me and I would have taken her head and hung it on my wall to dry - as a souvenir after I bite it off for crashing into me in the first place. And yes, it would have been HER fault if she crashed into moi. Oy.....

The events of the rest of the day went well, thank god! I prolly wouldn't have survived another moron attack. *sigh*

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Da Rules


OK, folks.

I've only recently gotten back into the dating scene. And I have to admit, I suck at it. (No pun intended. Although I have been told that I'm good at that. Hehe.)

So give me them rules on dating.

No, not sex. Just dating.

I'll be ranting about soured relationships later.

Game.

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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Dissecting the double standard....


A post I made last December which elicited a lot of violent reactions. :-) Posting it again for everyone in the clubhouse. Hope you don't mind, I think the clubhouse members are exactly the kind of audience this post is looking for. :-)



Why is it that we look at things differently depending on whether it's a man or a woman who does something? Think about it. We tend to be guilty of this at times without even realizing it.

It's 2005. Women as a gender have gone much further than they ever did before, and if the present trend continues, we will be seeing a lot more of women in fields which used to be exclusively the domain of men. Nowadays you'd be hard pressed to name one profession in which women have not entered. The idea of men being totally superior to women is a long outdated and obsolete concept which is hardly ever brought up anymore, except for the occassional retort of some male chauvinists who still manage to survive in this day and age.

Of course, some of the stereotypes live on. Everytime there's a bad driver on the road, there are still those who assume it to be a female. Women, while now allowed in various armed forces around the world, are still not routinely assigned to frontline duty and are usually given support roles instead. Women in some quarters are still generally regarded as potentially more emotionally unstable than men, if only for the monthly biological cycle that they are required by nature to endure. I could go on.

Personally, I do not consider one gender superior over the other. There is no superior sex, no inferior sex. The sexes are just different, plain and simple. Different physiologically, different emotionally, different mentally. While discrimination by reason of sex is unethical and rightly so, there are certain situations wherein it may be justified. And naturally some where it cannot. It's not for me to say which is which. I have a hard enough time dealing with the differences between men and women as it is. It's true what they say, that men are from Mars, women are from Venus. The differences are so pronounced that we may as well be different species.

However, notwithstanding these differences, and the overall clamor of more and more women to be placed on equal footing with men, there are certain situations that I still have a difficult time rationalizing, at the very least because of millions of years of evolution, or perhaps of prevailing social mores. One situation that comes to mind is with regard to sexual expression in general, infidelity in relationships, marital or otherwise, in particular.

When men cheat on their partners, oftentimes people just turn a blind eye, or justify it by saying that men are polygamous by nature. We just accept it as the norm. We may even subconsciously admire them. On the other hand, when women cheat on their partners, we tend to look at them with disdain or derision.

Why is that? Whether we admit it or not, there is definitely a double standard between men and women when it it comes to sexual expression. Males, from childhood, are allowed, even encouraged, to pursue the opposite sex. Females, on the other hand, are not. We see it in typical family settings when boys in their early teens, perhaps even younger, are encouraged to go out on dates. Girls are discouraged from doing the same until they are at a relatively older age. In peer groups, males who have gone out with several girls are admired and envied, while females who have had dates with several boys are described in terms with negative connotations such as flirts, coquettes or vamps. Males are also encouraged to lose their virginity at an early age, and this pursuit has become sort of a rite of passage into manhood. Females are taught just the opposite, to refrain from having sex until marriage. For men, being a virgin is something to be ashamed of. For women, it is something to be admired.

Even the law does not treat men and women similarly. In the Philippines, the crime of adultery is penalized with a prison sentence. Its closest counterpart for males, the crime of concubinage, is punished with destierro, which translates as mere banishment.

Even the Bible has its double standards. Polygny (a form of polygamy wherein a single man is allowed several wives) is supported in the scriptures. Polyandry (another form of polygamy wherein a single woman is allowed several husbands) is not.

The point is, whether we are aware of it or not, double standards with regard to gender not only exist, but continue to thrive even to the present day, if only because of our perceptions of the roles of the sexes in society. Should we change these double standards? Some people believe in absolute equality between the sexes. Some disagree, believing that women are unjustifiably encroaching on social roles especially reserved for men. Some are just comfortable just maintaining the status quo.

It may be an oversimplification, but I believe that if men and women are truly different, and indeed they are, society should treat them differently as well. That much I am sure of. It is simply illogical to treat dissimilar objects similarly. However, where to draw the line with respect to their differences has been the subject of years and years of debate. It is not for me to say in what situations we should start treating men and women as equals and in what situations we should treat them differently. In all likelihood all of us have our own notions on this subject. And it is highly unlikely that we would all have a uniform view of this issue in the near future.

Suffice it to say that it is my personal view that absolute equality is plain old crap, regardless of whether some people think this view is politically incorrect or not. It is in these differences between the sexes that lay the foundation of our society as a whole, and if we pursue absolute equality, we may have to rethink all of our traditions and customs, and that would take generations to happen. Then again, who is not to say that our traditions and customs are evolving right this very moment?

And, if only to muddle the issue, we still have to consider the emergence of social groups with "divergent" sexual orientations (for lack of a better term). Clearly, any changes in our society will have to take these groups into consideration at some point. And this further complicates the proverbial "battle of the sexes."

The irony in this so-called "battle" is that the woman who cries for sexual equality oftentimes turn out to be the very same one who thinks you're a boor for not opening the door for her, or for not helping her carry her things. Go figure.

Not to antagonize women of course. I love women. It's me that they hate. :-)

Something to think about.

(Originally posted December 6, 2005 on Quaere Verum)

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Monday, January 09, 2006

How to turn a guy down


OK, dudes, need your help here.

I thought he'd just go away if I ignored him...unfortunately I may have left quite an impression, and now he's becoming pesky.

Didn't mean to lead him on. Aw, come on. He can get sex elsewhere, right? And guys are supposed to get over this quickly, right? He's being a girl about it.

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Crabs


People are like crabs.

Not only do we want to be the best but when we see other people getting ahead of us, we stick out our evil pincers and drag the poor guy back. Kiasu-ism: If I can't have it, neither can you.

Yesterday my dad yelled at me for being arrogant.

He doesn't understand that you do have to be more than a little selfish to get ahead in this world.

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Sunday, January 08, 2006

Red light conversations


"So, you're officially together."

"I never felt this so much happiness since... you know.."

"Yeah. You took the risk."

"It feels good."

....

"Hey, listen. Even though I'm in a relationship already, I'll still have time for our friendship."

"I know. It's just that...."

"That what?"

....

"C'mon..."

....

....

"Nothin. Green light. Let's go."

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For The Guys.....


This is something for us guys to think about, and if you are wondering where I got this piece, click here. I found this site a long time ago and I found it....umm, enlightening and amusing. And it has something for both guys and gals too. So if you want brutal and honest advice about relationships, go check it out...


WHAT WOMEN FIND ATTRACTIVE


You probably think you have a good idea of what women find attractive in a man. But, you have to consider where you got that idea: from TV shows and advertising commercials. The idea you get from television is bogus because networks and advertisers want to sell you something like soap, deodorants, cologne, etc. So they play on your insecurities by portraying women as incapable of liking men who aren't male models in their spare time. This is patently not true. Even the idea of a male model is hilarious as women do not respond to photographic images like men do. Unless, of course, it's photos of food.


Another source of misinformation comes from guys asking their female friends what women like. Asking a woman the best way to get with another woman is pointless, because guys usually ask a friend who is, by definition, a woman who doesn't want to sleep with him; so her advice is useless. At best, she can tell you how she thinks you could impress a woman who doesn't want to sleep with you. But that's not really helpful information, is it?

Even though she's female, your friend doesn't know what goes on in the head of another woman anymore than you do. Women know what they think they want, but it's not always what they really want. So go with your gut.

(For fun, take your friend's advice, and then watch as another guy-who behaves exactly opposite-comes along and whisks your woman away. That's called "irony.")

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back in the game!


Oh yeah...I had a fun night, alright.

A very dear girlfriend will be tying the noose, er, knot, soon. We threw her a bridal shower, which wasn't much...there were only four of us so we just had dinner. I, being the wildest of the bunch (obviously), suggested that we end the night with male strippers. Aheeheeheehee...it was great.

I once frequented the place over a year ago...damn, it was addicting. REALLY REALLY hot guys in nothing but the shortest shorts and cowboy boots dancing seductively to Celine Dion ballads. REALLY REALLY buffed bods strutting and grinding to Meatloaf and Whitesnake. Of course...REALLY REALLY big guys, too. Aheeheeheehee!!!

Last night we saw one of the dancers spin it like a pinwheel...good lord how did he do that? (Paging Ron, Guy, Punzi? Anyone?) Another time, they turned off all the lights and the stripper stuck a candle on it...eeeewww, but I couldn't help but clap and go "Woo-hoo!!!"

Much as I want to "frequent" the place again, monetary considerations have become much more stringent. Having a guy sit with you may not seem too expensive at first, until they start ordering food and drinks to their hearts' content. They'll ask for your mobile number, and after some canoodling, nicely ask for some pasa-load as well. The Scrooge in me takes over...and I take off.

But overall, it's a fun place to be in, once in a while, anyway. You boys have your Pharaoh and Classmate, we girls have our Adonis.

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On gift-giving


When it comes to gift-giving, I am a very practical person. If you're my friend and it happens to be your birthday or some day which you feel you deserve a gift, just tell me what you want. If the gift happens to be within my budget range, then I'll get it for you. Don't come up with some crap like, "Oh, you don't have to get me anything..." because I KNOW that you want something and damn if I'll turn up at the party empty-handed and have everyone glare at me like I'm some miser.

And now since that's all cleared up on YOUR part, we'll talk about what I want. I know Yvy loves magnets (be patient woman, I'll post them to you soon...) but I don't. I also don't like getting stuffed toys (useless allergy enhancers), candles (I have a hi-tech backup emergency light set), photo frames (I don't have THAT many photos to frame, thank you) or flowers (worse than stuffed toys 'coz they die) etc.

But I adore bedsheets. If anyone plans to get me bedsheets, make it a single or super-single. And nothing girly-looking or cartoony please, thankyouverymuch!

I usually get a headache when it comes to buying gifts for girls. Guys are easy: T-shirts or polo shirts. But with girls, you can't get them cheap stuff 'coz they'll ooohhh and aaahhh in front of you and once you turn your back, they start bitching about what a cheapskate you are. I'm generalizing here, but you get my gist. Girls are mean.

I usually stick to:
1. Photoframes and mugs for girls I'm not close to so I don't give a rat's ass if they bitch about me being tightfisted.
2. Chocolates for chocolate lovers.
3. "Exotic" foodstuff especially Japanese tidbits whenever I travel to KL or Singapore.
4. Magnets for Yvy. Thank you woman for making my life easier!
5. Baby tees.
6. G-strings for single, frigid female friends.
7. Stuffed toys for girls who adore cutesy-wootsy fwuffy thingamajigs.
8. Souvenirs from countries I visit. In Bali, I bought 10 sets of little wooden cats intended for souvenirs to be given to friends. But went I reached home, I fell in love with 8 sets, so I ended up giving away 2 sets and I kept the rest for myself. It happens all the time.

And I need ideas on what to give guys - either normal guy friends or boyfriend. Help, anyone?

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Saturday, January 07, 2006

Recycling presents


Maybe I'm turning into a Grinch or even a Scrooge. Sad but true.....the past Christmases has seen me without giving any presents to anyone. Ok, maybe just to Mum and Sis, and it's in the form of money. I think that's the BEST gift anyone can give to me too (besides fridge magnets)!! Haha....

Anyway, I don't know whether to feel relieved or bad about what I did. It comes as no surprise I bet that many of us out there receive gifts which we don't really like. Admit it....if you're not a fan of candles OR huge teddie bears, getting them as presents really sux! If you wont't admit it, s'ok....let me do it for you. ;)

Anyway, I've often received gift which I (sadly) don't really appreciate. Of course I appreciate the fact that you (whoever you are) took the initiative to get me a gift and what nots but sometimes, it's not because you want to, it could be because you are obliged to, to a certain extend. Take for example Christmas, it is a time for giving presents and all. However, it's not a requirement to give presents. But you want to be apart of it so you buy something for your family/friends, just because you want to be all Christmasy. But when you have SO many femily members/friends, you will most likely end up bankcrupt if you really did wanna but them what they really want so you go for what's within your budget for that WHOLE group of people. So in the end, they each get something within your budget. Yes, yes...I know you're still harping on 'It's the thought that counts!' - yes, that's also true. But if it's not something I like - the nice thought vanishes sooner than later.

I got something for Christmas this year, which I BET was also a gift from someone else and I can also bet you that he didn't want it and gave it to me instead. I didn't mind that he didn't bother to wrap it (another tell tale sign) but the gift itself was CERTAINLY not the kind I like. Give me a fridge magnet ANYDAY and you would have made me a VERY happy woman. ;) So I kept it for awhile and realise that I knew someone who would like it and gave it to her, told her it was a late Christmas pressie. I dont know if she liked it or not, but hey.....don't teenagers LIKE stuff like those stuffed cartoony thingys?

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Why are you still single?


Can't Talk
You need to work on your people skills really
really badly. Honestly, you need some help from
date patrol.


Why are you still single?
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Let me know how you do people. :-)

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Friday, January 06, 2006

Divine intervention


Scenario :

You're tired. It's been a long hard day and right after work, you rush for your part time night classes. The class drags on and on. You can hardly wait for break time because your eyes are about to be glued shut from fatigue. Break time comes and you are wide awake, all but just for a moment. It's back to the grind.

Finally after a gruelling 3 hours, class is FINALLY over. You are dead tired and it's a LONG drive home. Thinking about the 40 minutes drive puts you off, but you have no choice. You tread wearily to your car, get into it and start the engine. On the way, to stop by a coffee shop and pack a STRONG Nescafe, hoping that it will keep you awake long enough for you to safely reach home.

You start your journey. Warily. Trying your level best to keep awake. The coffee doesn't help much. The highway is pitch dark and the only lights around are your headlights. You've nearly fallen asleep at the wheel a few time. You want to stop for a nap but it's too dark and dangerous for a girl to do so. So you push yourself. Again, your eye lids start to drop. Suddenly you jerk your head up in time and manage to avoid hitting the divider at a pretty high speed!!! *You'd be a TOTALY wreck if indeed an accident took place!!*

You are shaken....you are shocked. But still spend a few minutes thanking God that you're alive.

Was it indeed divine intervention?

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Thursday, January 05, 2006

I need therapy


GODDAMNED SOB DIDN'T CALL!!! AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Which mental disorder do you have?


For all those worried that they may not qualify for membership to this community (see qualifications in this post here) because they believe they're not affected by any mental malady, especially those commenting to Guy's posting of the requirements, allay your fears! Try this test and burst your bubble! :-)

And if you must know, this is how I fared with the test. :-)

Be sure to let us know how you did. :-)

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Why I need you


Hmms.. What would be my answer if my significant other asked me THAT question, "Why do you need me?"

Why do I need you... or rather, why I need you.

1. Because I'm always too lazy to drive and you'll always more than willing to drive me wherever I want to go.

2. Because you let me force coax you into eating raw fish when I desperately needed a sashimi buddy.

3. Because you always tell me the truth whenever I step out of the dressing room and ask, "Does this look good on me?" Because you know that if you lie and I look horrid, you'll be the laughing stock for having a badly-dressed gf.

4. Because you make excellent coffee.

5. Because you always pay and you won't let me pay unless I threaten not to go out with you for the rest of my life.

6. Because you give my vibrator a much needed respite whenever you're around.

7. Because you patiently listen to me bitch, whine, moan, groan and complain about how fucked up the world is and you don't even bat an eyelid when suddenly I switch topics midway to where I want to go for dinner. And that's not even near how bad I can be when it comes to PMS.

8. Because you steer me away from the path of temptation. Yes, the same path that leads to KFC, McD and other homes of deep-fried, greasy, health-threatening foods whenever I'm sick. Interestingly I find that my cravings for oily food and ice-cream peak whenever I'm having a bad sorethroat.

9. Because we make each other laugh with our unfunny jokes.

10. Because I love you.

See... so simple! *smiles proudly*

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A futile attempt on dissection


Once upon a time, someone asked me this question:” Why do you need me? Do you really or are you just afraid of being alone?”

Maybe. I wish I have the answer right then. I finally got the answer after sitting on it for what seem like a million minutes. I still have doubts until now.

But can we really define and differentiate love and the need for company? There are complications and it is bound to cloud one another.

Even before at the time of Adam when he still doesn’t even know the concept of a woman, he already feels that he needs something in his life… more specifically someone, someone of his own kind. So now, we can safely assume that everyone wants someone to be there for him/her. And when he found the one he assumes is right for him, he will open up and let feelings grow. From then on it becomes even hazier and the question of which precedes which is like answering which comes first: the egg or the hen?

One can’t love very deeply without needing that someone. And there are occasions when due to a deep need a person comes to love that someone who is always there beside him. And when can you say that you love someone not because you need him? Confused? So was I.

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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

My turn...


Other than a gun pointed to his head, what makes a man stick with only one woman?

How does a man know that he's met THE ONE?

What makes a women unforgettable in bed?

If a guy doesn't call after what she assumed to be a good date, should she (a) wait for his call, (b) call him and ask him out, or (c) forget about him?

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

What women want


Awright, here's a recently-single woman's take on Ron Allan's million-peso question.

I won't just pick one. If I do, I'd probably end up getting laid all the time, and broke.

Rather, I'll put it in sequence. How things should be, from my point of view. Of course, this is coming from an accomplished, mature, and intelligent gal. I seriously doubt if I fit Ron Allan and Guy's types. (I don't mean that you fall hard and fast for stupid girls, like most guys I know. Aww...You two are special!)

So here goes:

First off, a good time. A stimulating conversation over coffee, plus a good dose of funny stories and intimacy boo-boos. This is not the time to lecture the girl on the merits of merlot over shiraz, or the time you pulled the plug on an IPO because your financial model says it wouldn't fly.

Second, if there's chemistry, and some tension...SEX. Boys, please wear clean underwear. And make sure your socks don't have holes in them. And please, please, please compliment the girl on how sexy and/or beautiful she is.

Third, companionship. See a movie with her occasionally. Have lunch with her occasionally. Hear mass with her. It's nice to do these things with another adult. (Take it from me, I've been stuck with GP and PG-13 since I became single.) Just don't commit. Not yet, anyway.

Fourth, money. Yes, we need to see some. Security, boys, security. I need to know that if ever we do decide to live together (IF EVER), our combined incomes will be more than enough for a comfortable life. I have my money, you have yours, and that's perfect. If the girl is as secure as I am, you won't have to worry about her running off with your ATM.

Fifth, LUUURVE. Essentially, you give her the right to mess with your heart and your mind.

Last (and probably the least on my priorities, for now), commitment. But we're commitment-impaired, right? So much for giving another person the right to mess with your life.

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Monday, January 02, 2006

BSB Club Poll. Vote now! :-)






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The mystique of married men....


I'm curious. What is it about some married men that make them irresistable to the other sex?

I have quite a number of single guy friends, quite a number of married guy friends as well. But somehow, It seems that the married guys are more likely to be involved with other women (other than their wives) than the single guys.

Do women really go more for married men? I'm not sure if this a trend, a sign of things to come, or just a fad, but I do know what I see, and I definitely see married guys being more popular among the ladies than single guys. Even in the place I work, the pretty girls more often than not have no compunctions about having relationships with married men. Ironically enough, the vast majority of these women also end up heartbroken, since it also seems to be rare for a married man to leave his wife for another woman.

Is it because more women are less into commitment, and prefer their men to be that way too? Or does the fact that these men are already spoken for encourage women into pursuing them? I don't know, help me out guys.

I've been married for quite a number of years, and I have been single for several more since then, but I guess I must be "old school", since to be honest, I really don't really get it.

What do women want nowadays? Commitment? Or just a good time? Maybe I oughta just turn this into a poll. Oops. It already is. :-) Cast your vote in the post above.

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Sunday, January 01, 2006

First Day of January.....


Wow! Is it 2006 already? Dang! That was fast. Another year went by without so much as a peep from cupid. Geez, and I don't see anyone on the horizon either..... Hmm, doesn't matter. Being single does have its advantages and perks. Besides, I still have a lot more pieces to pick up this year so I guess cupid can keep his bow and arrows.....for now.

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