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The truth is...

I'm not even looking for love. The harder we look, the more it evades us. I am happy with the circle of friends I have, who provide me with more than I am willing to admit I deserve sometimes. But sometimes... just sometimes... the desire to connect, to really connect is there.

There are moments in my life when stress gets the best of me, and life's trials and tribulations are so much to bear. Those are the times I Wish...

Consider...

Dream of...

Contemplate...

Wallow in the beauty of 'What If?'

To have someone who provides a shoulder, 

Or an ear,

Hug, embrace, an affirming nod.

Someone who doesn't try to solve my problems

But who can hear them, and understand not just WHAT I'm going through, 

But just to recognize that I am going through it.

Someone who knows when my day is going bad

Or when I feel my efforts have not been enough

And when I simply need... 

Someone.

And he stretches out his arm to pull me near.

Saves a sweet spot on his chest for me to lie my head.

And in that near silence,

With his heartbeat, 

I feel that all will be okay in the world.

[End Wishful Thinking Here]

The Thrill of Heartbreak

A friend had confided in me about a girl he was pursuing, that he was sure was not as interested in him. I suggested he give up before his heart was broken. Unless... he was into that kind of stuff.

In so many words, he replied "As a mater of fact, I am" (...into that kind of stuff)

He said he liked the excitement of love and everything in between that might eventually lead to heartbreak. The 'drama' of it all.

Another friend said "Why do we eat, if we know we will eventually die?" Morbidly interesting point, lol. The purpose of life is to live it while we are here. Eat while we live, til we die. Love while we live, til we are heartbroken.

Even if it hurts to love and be broken, is it truly better than never loving at all?

I think I have loved too much to make a fair assessment. I have compared the level of elation of being in love... to the level of heartache I've felt when love ended. All I can conclude is... both are insanely overwhelming! (but obviously on opposite ends of the spectrum)

Let's hope my next blog will be about me and the falling in love aspect. Now THAT... is long overdue.

Heartbreak... Yummy! 

One Woman, Many Men

Today marked Day 2 of an ongoing online debate. The topic of "Making Things Simpler by Having a Sex Buddy".

To which I have replied: Nothing is simple when sex is involved. More specifically, a woman is less likely to have a strictly sexual relationship with a man... without the chance of feelings being involved. In turn, I was accused of setting a double standard.

As far as I knew, double standards are when you have a moral code set for one side, and not the other. I don't believe it's 'morally' wrong for a woman to have many partners, anymore than it is for a man to have them.

Example:

Fact/Opinion:

A woman is more likely to cry at the movies. A man is less likely.

Double Standard:

It is only acceptable for a woman to cry at the movies. Never for a man.

I know I'm not wrong here.

What I DO believe, is that a typical woman will become emotionally involved while having intimate relations with a man. We're just wired that way. We are more likely to 'make love', men are more likely to 'screw'. And I believe any woman who thinks she is capable of having "just sex" with a man, without having any feelings... even if they're tucked away in her subconscious... is probably fooling herself.

Cursed be this estrogen.

The Untimely & Repeated Death of Chivalry

It's not at all fair, really. A thousand kind gentlemen within reach, and one single knucklehead spoils the show for the rest of you.

At what point in time... in what country... did it become okay to approach women with overtly sexual introductions? How and when is that okay? It seems like common sense that if you are in fact interested in a woman, to bring your A-Game. Not your X-Game. Maybe some girls love that kind of attention. Some women certainly do not.

As if the message wasn't clear enough (I think he had his weewee in his other hand... which is why he couldn't ever finish a thought):

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not clear on your intentions. Please specify what you really want?

Ohhhh, okay. I understand now. Pleased to make your acquaintance?

Then, when the girl doesn't reply to your disturbing and obnoxious advances, and all else fails... go HERE:

Yeeeeah, THAT oughtta win my heart. Minutes ago you wanted to "F" my fake sweet "P", lol.

Ya damned looney.

The "Coolest Proposal Ever" Blog

 

The "Getting it Right, Probably Maybe" Blog

I am cursed!

Or maybe blessed. All depends on how you look at it.

I should have this relationship-thing figured out by now. Yet, I haven't even figured mySELF out enough to know how to properly engage in, and most importantly, maintain one.

If a guy is a total knucklehead, trust that he will find me! Love me, even.

If a guy is a decent man who takes a liking to me, it is a scientifically proven fact that I, singlehandedly, will drive the poor man to the very brink of insanity (or murder, or even worse -  windshield bashery, or a verbal string of pre-existing and self-invented cusswords).

And yet, as I have followed my female friends' relationships through their frequent facebook status updates (say that five times fast), I realize I am not alone. Not by a longshot! I'm beginning to worry that the stock of good men is dwindling, and fast! And yet, the thought of sharing this plight with a bounty of other ladies... doesn't make me feel any better.

Relationships are stewpit.

And I think I have Adult A.D.D.

Ooh, look! A marble!

The Beauty of the Nagging Woman

My good friend called me last night. I wondered why I hadn't heard from her in a month of Sundays. She was going through it. A few sentences in, and we were finishing each others thoughts! I'm gonna assume we aren't the only two women who feel this way.

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So...

A woman begins to sound like a loud, shrieking monotonous bellow in a semi-busted club speaker...

Pick up your clothes!
Take out this garbage!

You don't compliment me anymore!

You forgot our anniversary!
Is it even IN yet?!

A man's (de)selective hearing automatically distinguishes between her everyday complaints and, for instance "Dinner's Ready!" ...provided the woman's a good enough cook. Otherwise, he most likely won't "hear" that either.

Most women are NOT nags!

Let me type it in pretty colors so that you may hear me better...

MOST  WOMAN  ARE  NOT  NAGS!

A common misconception about us is that we nag and complain because we are never ever (ever!) satisfied. This isn't true. We are fairly simple creatures. And speaking of being fairly simple...

Another misconception is that we are complicated. Far too complicated for the simple braincells of a man to decipher, for dern sure (said with a neck & eye roll).

Well... okay, even I can vouch for being complicated (beyond my own, immediate understandings, at times), but... 

The truth is, women rarely keep what they think or feel bottled inside. The fault with men is that they don't bother listening to what comes out of that bottle.

A woman who cares for you WILL "nag" or "complain"! 

If she cares about you enough, she will never let you be in doubt about how to keep her happy, or about your antics that drive her insane. A nagging woman is de-complicating herself  for you by telling it all. That whiny, persistent, baby-bawl-ish tone you hear, is the exhaustion... the fed-up-edness. Once you hear it, she's upset. Fix it before it snowballs, or she burns/breaks/craigslists something you hold dear.

If the lady doesn't care about you, she won't bother. She doesn't give a flying fart what you think, how you feel, or if you stay or go. Complaining takes effort... and breath... and patience... and time. You consider yourself lucky that she never nags you? Maybe... if you're perfect. Consider yourself lucky if she does.

And if you believe we can present our concerns clearly and calmly to you... you're probably wrong. Or... she has probably already tried. It isn't until we flip and start talking bad about your mother, or calling you things like 'fucker', or 'stupid shit-head' or 'pencil-penis' that you hear us... mostly because we're breaking things by then, or TYPING IN ALL CAPS, or hurling  Endokukens at your kidneys. 

So if you're arguing, feeling confused and impervious, and she's yelling, and it seems as though she's been repeating the same thing all day, every day, day after day...

STFU and listen, for once.