The Good Girl.

"You are so gracious, kind & Thoughtful" That is what she told me, I wanted to puke.

This lady has been in my sights for a minute now.

I have been plotting on that booty for a while, the problem is that she is to much of a match for me the kinda of woman that could wind up having me rename this blog or shutting it down.

I am not trying to see that, what is blowing my mind is neither is she, at least knowing the way I am.

Ive known her for a while now from my old job, she has two kids from some sorry ass baby daddies, she struggles on her own while going to school, working and raising the kids.

We clicked upped real good like a couple of thieves in a room full of Saints.

The thing is that we are on cross roads of our lives and the route were taking is going opposite ways.

She has a plan for her life, she want the house, the 40k and up job, the man who will be the father to the kids, she wants the life of Leave it to Beaver, anything else is a distraction.

I want the condo/loft, 40k and up job, travel the world, and yes I like kids, want kids, but damn sure not thinking about kids right now, I want the life of John Shaft, anything else is a distraction.

When were around each other were cool though.

I even agreed to go see that stupid Color Purple musical when it comes to town, (who the hell makes a musical about a woman getting your ass whipped?).

But during the course of conversation one night were I was laying my game down flatter than Hallie Berry's ass, she tells me what she expects out of me and that's why she has been blocking my advances like the New York Giants offensive line.

Before I could counter she says she has to attend to one of the kids call her tomorrow.

And that's when my mind got the better of my penis

She was right, I know me, there is no way I would be happy playing the family life and that's exactly what I would be doing playing it.

I got too much of "I wonder whats on the other side of that hill?" in me.

I'm the type to get out of bed with her one morning and call her from Zanzibar, Africa later that day like nothing was wrong.

She deserves better than that and I knew it, so the next day I told her so and I told her i was rooting for her.

That's when I got the "You are so gracious, kind & thoughtful" BS.

My own penis wanted to jump out my pants and slap me across the face and say "you see what that got you stupid!"

The nice guy/friend.

Hell with that I would rather have the booty, I know the dog in me.

Violence against women: Mildred Beaubrun

Symphony, from Essential Presence wrote about a viscous crime committed against a young girl, Mildred Beaubrun, for having the good taste of refusing to give her number out to some man. For her trouble the young lady was shot:

http://essentialpresence.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-bother-with-calling-me-bitch-when.html

I remember growing up chasing girls with zero game in my pocket you did and say what you could to get attention, any attention, and if you were with your boys the ante was way high.

A rejection in front of your crew especially a bad one can hit you in that spot called pride and for the idiot who can not handle it, the response is always something that you know you can hold over a woman's head to attemp to show power, the threat of violence if not the act of it.

FU, B&%* with a menacing look daring her to say something in response, not even knowing were that would lead those can be the precurser to something more serious, like flying bottles and rocks.

When I was a kid though there was checks and balances for that type of behavior, there were brothers, cousins, uncles, father, friends that would come looking for you if you started talking sideways out of your mouth to to one of their own.

Not any more, a combination of guns to even the score and the idea that women are no longer worth it, has put a tarnish on the knight in shinning armor.

The rule of today is Bros above Hos, or Sistas above Niggas.

Cat calling, pulling numbers were all part of growing up back in my day, boys figured out what worked and what did not and girls learned to turn their nose up and be selective.

Now a days these kids out here, are born into violence, it's all around them and they are expected to partake in it or become victim of it, and some where along the line women have become fair game.

I couldn't even tell you why there is this loss of respect.

I could sit here and say it's the teaching to boys that "you don't love anything that can be taken away from you"as a self protection mechanism that still pops in me at my age is what did it, or that it is a class thing, or products of a broken home, a relic of slavery, or that it's women who brought it about themselves.

But those are half truths, and does little to explain the out right lack of respect for life that is a virus in the black community.

But can tell you is that I am not looking forward to is walking down the street and having a black woman clutch at her purse and cross the street when she sees me coming, or locking the car doors, follow me around the store, calling the cops because I am in her neighborhood.

And you can call it a day if my flirting with a pretty woman is more likely to strike fear in her heart than put a smile on her face.

And that is exactly were we are heading.

What women with half a brain in her head would not get nervous, after reading something like that, when approached by a black man.

She would have had to been surrounded by positive black men all her life to recognize one low life for who he is and not condemn us all.

But to hear every one else say it positive and black men are quickly becoming an oxymoron.

What happened to Mildred Beaubrun, should open flood gates in communities all over the country, to say that is enough it's time we all had a talk.

But I doubt that, she'll just be chalked up as one of many victims of violence no big deal.

And that is sad.

True Story 2: Getting some was more fun as a kid.

Is it me or was trying to get sex more fun as a kid?

I am not talking about the act of sex

but trying to get it.


To me as a kid growing up broke, with zero game the only thing you got going for yourself is that your a jock which dint mean jack because your at an all boys school, getting some is the stuff of legends.

A cross between Indiana Jones, Shaft, and Conan the Barbarian.

Now a days grown folks know that it's on the moment you look at each other, it becomes a matter of negotiating the proper price that is acceptable to both parties if you want to be blunt about it.

Dinner and movie, relationship, pay some bills, sweet lies what ever the price is, what ever makes you sleep guilt free at night.

As a kid though trying to figure out the opposite sex and trying to figure out what it takes to get in their pants is like trying to figure out the meaning of life.

The only thing your sure about is that the answer is some where between her legs.


And of course the mystery wouldn't leave you the hell alone, not with hormones running through your veins like hot lava, everything you looked at reminded you of sex......


The problem is that you have no clue how to get it, all you know is you want it.

As a kid you have no game, you are biting some one else's, and depending were you are getting it from it could be good or a disaster.

I can not speak for woman but as a man I now know that boys should never be left unchecked when it comes to the opposite sex.

Unsupervised boys and sex can go from simple hi jinx like an American Pie movie or something worse like Genralow Wilson, or even monstrous like this http://dunbarvillage.blogspot.com/.

Uneducated teenage sex can lead to STDs or unwanted pregnancy, rape and even murder.

That is why I always believed that boys should be kept on a short leash.

But this post isn't really about that it's about what I did putting my neck on the line to get some.

My mom was working third shift one weekend while I had a friend from school named Juan sleeping over.

Juan was a smooth player from Spain whose mother worked at the United Nations, we were as thick as thieves back than, and hanging out was a daily thing.

Anyway Juan knows this Italian girl in Astoria who has her friend sleeping over with her at her house.

Juan gets the idea we should pay them a visit at 12 AM in the morning, now at the time I was living at 56Th and Lexington Ave. So to get to her place we had to catch the LIR from Penn Station on 34 st, if I am not mistaken might of been Grand Central it's been a while, on the other side of Manhattan in 30 min to catch the last train out.

Now mind you were not thinking on how to get back, were thinking about getting some ass.

So after getting my younger brother to cover for us we sprint in the middle of the night across Manhattan to Penn Station.

Now this is back in the day were NYPD only needed one bullet to kill a black man, back than they were much better shooters.

So here I am a kid, black, chasing behind Juan a Spaniard, which means white, down the streets of New York, hiding around the corners every time we see the cops.

I couldn't even come up with a story good enough if we got caught.

We make the train in 30 min and arrive in Astoria sweating and stank.....



not even thinking about that and how it might offend the ladies, if we walked right out of the sewer we would still expect to get some loving.

Now it's about 1 AM when we get there, and were trekking through the neighborhood on some ninja style.



Reason being this also happens to be a few years after Yusef Hawkins was gunned down by the Italians in Brooklyn...


when he went over to look at a car he wanted to buy, as well as the racial attacks at Howard Beach.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yusef_Hawkins

http://www.highbeam.com/doc/1P2-1305764.html

Back when I was growing up in New York the "mosaic" city was always on the verge of a race war/riot......


Italians vs Irish vs Blacks vs Jews, vs Muslims vs Russians vs West Indians vs Arabs vs Latinos.

As a kid in high school you were guaranteed to participate in at least one semi racial riot/fight a year.

The crazy thing is that you might have real good friends of another race who you gave the "pass" to, but you damn sure knew were the lines were drawn.

And those line were usually drawn around neighborhoods.

Now Juan maybe as white as snow but those Italians wouldn't give a rats ass about that especially if he was hanging with me.

They would of called him a Puerto Rican to make it official and commenced to try to beat some ass.

So every time we see an Iroc driving down the street were jumping behind garbage cans and mess., we finally get there at her place which was one of those row houses

not really a brownstone.

The girl's room is on the first floor, so when we get there he taps on the window to let her know were here,(this is the age before every one owned a cell phone).

So she opens up and we sneak in through the window, now she was a cute little blonde, and her friend was a very cute Jamaican girl, not that it mattered because me and Juan had already discussed tag team action the only thing we knew is what we were going to do once we got a hold of those cats.......


well at least that's what we were thinking.

Her parents were sleeping upstairs so we kept it real quite, so after some quite conversation the party started, I am working on the Italian girl Juan is working the Jamaican, he has her bra off on the floor on one side of the bed, and and I have have the panties off on the other side, (I was having trouble with the bra).

I was butt naked trying to finish off that bra when we heard the front door, this girl starts to freak out and says it's her brother and for us to hide.

Now the first thought would of been the closet but it was dark and two the bed was right there, so I dive my skinny, (at the time), ass under the bed.

Well I guess Juan got the same idea because he is right next to me, shoulder to shoulder butt nakedness to butt nakedness.

So here we are a black and white kid butt naked under bed like were on a damn slave ship, with erections like rockets ready to launch that wont go limp to save our lives, chalk it up to the youth.

In the process of diving under the bed I scuffed the hell out of my penis, but all I could think about was "please don't let me get my ass whooped butt naked, maybe he will let us put our clothes on first?"

So big bro apparently had some friends sneak over to go use the family hot tub for there own debauchery, but he need something out of his sisters room for it, I have no idea what it was and what it was doing in her room.

All we here is a little bit of conversation about what is needed but she didn't know what it was so he walks into the damn room!

I know he went to the closet to get what ever it was with me Juan under the bed sweating thanking God we chose to hide under the bed, all the while not trying not to breath and give ourselves up.

Dude finally heads for the door but before he walks out he says you can tell those guys they can come out from under the bed, it's cool.

I damn near stroked out.

Like all young idiot with erections thus sucking more blood from the brain, we did not bother to cover our tracks, in this case our clothes that was still all over the damn floor.

My man walked out with out bothering to take a look at us but I could here him chuckling.

So Juan and I come slinking out from under the bed and like all good boys try to get back to action, but the girls was not having it. we were asked to leave (through the f#$@ing window) and told next time, which meant never.

We hike it back to the train station and had to wait on the platform for 2 hours for the trains to start running again, but the only thing I can think of is if i needed to get a tetanus shot for my penis, my mom was one of those who scared you with every disease she came across so of course I panic if some one sneezes across the damn street.

But if you asked me if I would do it again, hell yeah but this time I would get it!!

You see half of whats satisfying of sex for a man is the pursuit, the hunt, it feeds that primal part of the brain, hell sex really is just cream on the cake.

The ability to play like King Kong and beat your chest, (which I have done in the bedroom), after a conquest is the real goal.

That's the reason men fall asleep after sex, a hunt well done, if your a woman and the man you just had sex with wants to talk after words well maybe you need to think about somethings.

The point is that there is more to sex than sex.

I think.

At this point the rhum has taken over so I am mentally on E.

Peace.

Beautiful vs Sexy .

Beauty VS Sexy.

VS




Sitting around the bullpen (that would be my residence and hang out to other bachelors) a heated discussion broke out about who was more "fine", (we had already discussed the high brow stuff like politics, religion, race, and sex..ism), between to singers that I don't even remember there names now. The conversation shifted to what you would rather have a beautiful women or a sexy women and if there is a difference in the first place?



VS



Yes there is and I would rather have sexy was my argument.

The way I see it beauty is in the eye of the beholder for real.

If you live in a Euro-centric society like Europe or here in the States or in an Afro-centric society like say Africa, your views maybe corrupted on the matter of beauty.

And if you are a woman of color than the more qualities of the dominant society you have the more you qualify as beautiful.

There is no need to go into details and the science and race of it that has been done to death, instead lets focus on what beauty is, to break it down by definition we get;

1. pleasing to senses: very pleasing and impressive to look at, listen to, touch, smell, or taste

2. excellent: very good or enjoyable


Whats missing in here is that, in the case of women beauty, it is strictly visual eliminating taste and smell, unless you are of course a super freak such as my self than well yeah add those on too, but I digress.

Now since were talking visual, only one of the senses, and since unlike say an inanimate object, age plays a big factor, as the old saying goes beauty fades over time.

There is no appreciations of a woman who has aged poorly, only a "back in her day...".

And that is the problem with beauty, the way I see it a beautiful woman is coming up short to me in the long run.

If one is to make a long term commitment to a woman who is "just" beautiful, removing love, personality and the rest of that, than what you have is a one trick pony that needs to be put to pasture when it's all said and done.

Strictly physically speaking.

There is no longevity in it, and I know I am going to be big on geriatric sex when I get old.

Lets take a look at sexy highlighting key words;

1. arousing desire: arousing or intended to arouse sexual desire


2. aroused: sexually aroused


3. appealing: appealing because of being new, interesting, or trendy ( informal )

You see that right there, see were I am going?

That right there boys and girls has nothing to do with time but style.

You see sex is all tied into the deep part of the mind that is focused on complete gratification of desire.

And when your used to having that desire around and satisfied completely you know when it's missing.

And when it's missing all hell breaks loose.

It's the reason there is porn, Viagra, lube, french ticklers, vibrators, penile implants, breast implants, it's all about sex which doesn't have a damn thing to do with beauty.

That's why ugly people still have sex, there is an itch that needs scratching.

The idea is the woman who can get it up at will and put it down at will is queen of all she see, it's a wrap.

Hand over the pay check, the car keys, pay the bills, lose the friends, it over.

The trick now is deciding what is sexy?

It can be one thing or a combination of things.

For example.

Well deveolped back side?


Hair?


The Way they carry them selves?


Eyes?


Hummor?


Bedroom Warfare?


Voice


Attitude?


Lips?


Toes?


Breasts?


The way they dress?


Intelect?


If your a renasaince man such as my self than it's all of the above.

And the wonderful thing about these attributes are that they do not fade over time, well maybe the breasts.

The point is if you a woman have a handle on your sexy at 18 you'll have it 68, which mean a lot more to me than beauty.

If we get old together and I still want to jump your dusty bones at 68 well mama you are a champ.

Dont get me wrong I like to look at beauty to, but look is it, Halle may look beautiful but I know a lazy women in bed when I see one "make me feel good" my ass.

So I'll take sexy any day of the week.

And for those who suspect that I wrote this post just to have an excuse to throw half naked women on here yes you are right, you are damn right.

The Great Saboteur.

When it comes to relationships I am the Great Saboteur.

I know how to screw it up royaly.

Over the weekend a homeboy of mine pointed this out to me by way of women associates.

He noticed that the women that I called good friends were what you would call marriage material.

Educated, intelligent, kind hearted, universally attractive, centered and ordereed in their lives.

These are the that I kick it with, hang out, absolutely no fooling with.

He than pointed out that the women I chased around, were ussually unmotivated, zero ambition, scandalous, chaotic, out right trouble.

To be honest I already knew this but I did not realize that their was a pattern.

Every women I take seriously is a walking disaster.

My friend says I am suffering from a hero complex, (more popularly known as Captain Save a Ho), that I am trying to be a hero to these women so I only seek out the ones in need, knowing damn well you cant help those who will not help themselves.

He maybe right but I hate to think I am that naive, what I think is that I am choosing these women because they are easy to walk away from.

You see with a woman who has her act together you have to put in 100% effort, no half stepping.

I know I am not willing to do that because that means a very serious relationship that I want no part of.

I do not consider my self twisted for it just not ready for it.

Am I?

You Beautiful Bastard!!

What the deuces you bastard who ever you are!

I do not know if I should thank you for putting her back on the market, or curse you for breaking her heart.

How do you dump Serena?

That's some nuts right there!

You do not dump Serena Serena dumps you!

We all know that, who the hell are you to buck the system ya Mofo!!!

Black, white, Asian what ever you got a whole lot of N^%#$ in you partner!

Not me she would have to dump me and put a restraining order on my ass, at least 100 miles.

I would be so close to her you would think I was a new kind of thong,"The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor thongs they will be all up in you".

I would stink of Serena.

You know I would keep a police record messing with her.

Right in the middle of her set the announcer would be like "hold it we have a disturbance in the crowd.....apparently Serena's boyfriend has had enough of the spectators watching his girlfriend play tennis. He is swinging on every one...Good God did you see what he did to that little old lady!!!".

I'll Deal with you later Mr. I do not want to call anybody back.

Serena baby you know my email hit me up.

Cheesed-off tennis star Serena reveals broken heart

AFP
January 10, 2008
SYDNEY (AFP) - Australian Open champion Serena Williams has revealed that she will defend her title this month nursing a broken heart -- and that she has found solace in a book called "Who Moved My Cheese?"

Williams bares her feelings in her blog on the official website http://www.serenawilliams.com, unloading her angst at putting her faith in a boyfriend then being dumped.

"Trust is something you vowed you would never do again, but slowly your heart comes out of its steel enclosure," she wrote in the entry posted on her website Monday.


http://sports.yahoo.com/ten/news?slug=afp-tennisausopenserenaoffbeat&prov=afp&type=lgns

Black men, women and HIV.

I was going to talk about the stats about HIV and how there are people out there who love to blame black men for everything under the sun, but I came across this conversation on What Black Men Think blog that said it better than I could have.

Check this.
http://wbmt.wordpress.com/2007/12/19/i-said-i-was-the-new-cdc/

Than this:
http://wbmt.wordpress.com/2007/12/19/although-i-still-love-black-men

What I love is what I call the, "Pee on me and tell me it's raining", method of debating that some people like to use. Which this commentator to this blog was doing with the "I Love Black Men but....".

I personally could do with out that type of love.

Some would say I am being mean, but to hell with that, to many people running on the net with this type of mentality.

I am on some militant ish now.

Movies: City of Men

I was a fan of City of God the award winning Brazillian coming of age Gansta movie.
I was a fan of the TV series City of men that did not follow the same story line but used the same cast to tell the stories of two boys growing up in ta Brazillian ghetto.

Now here comes the movie that follows the Tv series. Now the producers are squeezing the blood out of a winning franchise but so far there has been no misses and from the looks of this trailer this is another winner.

13 reasons not to date single mothers.

Blogxilla did these 13 reason joint. It was funny and truth full at the same time. Now I do not agree with some of them but number 7 was real for me. Check it out.

http://blogxilla.com/scribes/2007/10/13_reasons_to_avoid_single_mot.html

R.I.P: Ike Turner

Ike Wister Turner (November 5, 1931 – December 12, 2007) was an American musician, bandleader, talent scout, and record producer, best known for his work with his then wife Tina Turner as one half of the Ike & Tina Turner duo. Spanning a career that lasted half a century, Ike's repertoire included blues, soul, rock, and funk. Alongside his former wife, he was inducted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1991 and in 2001 was inducted into the St. Louis Walk of Fame.

First I would like to say R.I.P and my condolences to his family.

And the truth is I do not know how to feel about an abusive man who gave so much to American music.

Does one out weight the other?

Can you separate them?

If so what about others who are in similar categories like R.Kelly?

Beats me.

Older White Women Seek Out Young African Men.

This is just plain old wrong.
It is exploitative.
It is destructive.
It is typical of the treatment the well to do give the have nots'.

AND ALSO, I said it once and I will say it again, for those who want to be blind to the facts, and put the blame on the spread of HIV on the black and Gay people of the world you take a good look at this article. As far as I am concerned this is how HIV was introduced and spread to people of color and the rest of the planet.

There is a movie about this that takes place in Haiti. In fact the documentary I wrote about has this element in it. I'll have that other movie for you later.

Here is the article.


MOMBASA - Bethan, 56, lives in southern England on the same street as best friend Allie, 64. They are on their first holiday to Kenya, a country say is "just full of big young boys who like us older girls".
Hard figures are difficult to come by, but local people on the coast estimate that as many as one in five single women visiting from rich countries are in search of sex.
Allie and Bethan - who both declined to give their full names - said they planned to spend a whole month touring Kenya's palm-fringed beaches.
They would dowel to avoid the country's tourism officials."It's not evil," said Jake Grieves-Cook, chairman of the Kenya Tourist Board, when asked about the practise of older rich women travelling for sex with young Kenyan men.
"But it's certainly something we frown upon."
Also, the health risks are stark in a country with an AIDS prevalence of 6.9 per cent.
Although condom use can only be guessed at, Julia Davidson, an academic at Nottingham University who writes on sex tourism, said that in the course of her research she had met women who shunned condoms - finding them too "businesslike"for their exotic fantasies.

The white beaches of the Indian Ocean coast stretched before the friends as they both walked arm-in-arm with young African men, Allie resting her white haired-head on the shoulder of her companion, a six-foot-four23-year-old from the Maasai tribe.
He wore new sunglasses he said were a gift from her."We both get something we want - where's the negative?" Allie asked in a bar later, nursing Strong, golden cocktail.
She was still wearing her bikini top, having just pulled on a pair of jeans and a necklace of traditional African beads.
Be than sipped the same local drink: a powerful mix of honey, fresh limes and vodka known locally as "Dawa",or "medicine".
She kept one eye on her date - a 20-year-old playing pool, a red bandanna tying back dreadlocks and new-looking sports shoes on his feet.
He looked up and came to join her at the table,kissing her, then collecting more coins for the pool game.
'Just un whole some' Grieves-Cook and many hotel managers say they are doing all they can to discourage the practice of older women picking up local boys, arguing it is far from the type of tourism they want to encourage in the east African nation.
"The head of a local hoteliers' association told me they have begun taking measures - like refusing guests who want to change from a single to a double room,"Grieves-Cook said.
"It's about trying to make those guests feel as uncomfortable as possible ... But it's a fine line. We are 100 per cent against anything illegal, such as prostitution. But it's different with something like this - it's just unwholesome.
"These same beaches have long been notorious for attracting another type of sex tourists - those who abuse children.
As many as 15,000 girls in four coastal districts -about a third of all 12-18 year-old girls there - are involved in casual sex for cash, a joint study by Kenya's government and UN children's charity UNICEF reported late last year.
Up to 3,000 more girls and boys are in full-time sex work, it said, some paid for the "most horrific and abnormal acts".
Preying on poverty Emerging alongside this black market trade - and obvious in the bars and on the sand once the sun goes down - are thousands of elderly white women hoping for romantic, and legal, encounters with much younger Kenyan men.
They go dining at fine restaurants, then dancing, and back to expensive hotel rooms overlooking the coast."
One type of sex tourist attracted the other," said one manager at a shore front bar on Mombasa's Bamburi beach.
"Old white guys have always come for the younger girl sand boys, preying on their poverty ... But these old women followed ... they never push the legal age limits, they seem happy just doing what is sneered a tin their countries.
"Experts say some thrive on the social status and financial power that comes from taking much poorer,younger lovers."
This is what is sold to tourists by tourism companies- a kind of return to a colonial past, where white women are served, serviced, and pampered by black minions," said Nottinghan University's Davidson.
'Live like the rich 'Many of the visitors are on the lookout for men like Joseph.Flashing a dazzling smile and built like an Olympic basketball star, the 22-year-old said he has slept with more than 100 white women, most of them 30 years his senior.
"When I go into the clubs, those are the only women Look for now," he told Reuters. "I get to live like the rich mzungus (white people) who come here from rich countries, staying in the best hotels and just having my fun.
"At one club, a group of about 25 dancing men - most of them Joseph look-a likes - edge closer and closer to a crowd of more than a dozen white women, all in their autumn years."It's not love, obviously. I didn't come here looking for a husband," Bethan said over a pounding beat from the speakers."
It's a social arrangement. I buy him a nice shirt and we go out for dinner. For as long as he stays with me he doesn't pay for anything, and I get what I want - a good time. How is that different from a man buying a young girl dinner?"

Every One Have A Happy Thanksgiving!

Yeah that sounds about right.

Words angry women have used to describe me that I had to look up.

philander:
(of a man) to make love with a woman one cannot or will not marry; carry on flirtations.

Womanizing:
To pursue women lecherously.

Lecherous:
1. given to or characterized by lechery; lustful.
2. erotically suggestive; inciting to lust.



Yeah that is pretty close, no cigar but close, but the one thing they can never say that I am:


Cheater.
Women Beater.
Insensitive.
Cold.
Distant.
Sexist.

Just because I like women (preferably unclothed) does not mean I do not respect or love them, or advocate their abuse or oppression.

For those wondering were I stand.

The Rulez: advice for women

This had me rolling when I read it. There is a womens version floating around here some I'll see if I can Find it.

THE RULEZ


1. 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.

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

3. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

4. Crying is blackmail.

5. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

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

7. 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.

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

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

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

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

12. 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.

13. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

14. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

15. 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.

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

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

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

19. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really.

20. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as SEX, CARS, the shotgun formation, or BOXING.

21. You have enough clothes.

22. You have too many shoes.

23. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

24. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

Women vs. Girls.

This is why I guess I have always dated older women.
Cant remember were I ripped this from.



Wise words from a sister...

"Never make someone a priority who only makes you an option!"
Grown Woman

Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make
plans.
Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where
he fits.

Girls want to control the man in their life.
Grown women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.

Girls check you for not calling them.
Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn't.

Girls are afraid to be alone.
Grown women revel in it-using it as a time for personal growth.

Girls ignore the good guys.
Grown women ignore the bad guys.

Girls make you come home.
Grown women make you want to come home.

Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.

Girls try to monopolize all their man's time (I.e., don't want him
hanging with his friends).
Grown women realize that a lil' bit of space makes the 'together time'
even more special-and goes to kick it with her own friends.

Girls think a guy crying is weak.
Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue.

Girls want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.
Grown women 'show' him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate
without fear of losing his 'manhood'.

Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
Grown women know that that was just one man.

Girls fall in love and chase aimlessly after the object of their
affection, ignoring all 'signs'.
Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love you
back-and move on, without bitterness.

Girls will read this and get an attitude.
Grown women will read this and pass it on to other Grown women and their
male friends.