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How do you keep the love going? I don't know

Question posed: I got the girl, now how do I maintain the relationship?

That’s about as difficult to answer as, “What is she thinking?”

Answer, in short: I have no fuckin’ clue.

I’ve failed enough relationships to last a lifetime. I’m probably the last guy to ask. I do, however, know what not to do. That’ll take way too long to list though, and probably not what you’re looking for.

The best advice I could give you is, don’t do anything she wouldn’t want you to do and do the things she likes. That varies, of course. It’s your job to find those things out. That, in itself, helps to maintain the relationship.

An incredibly successful man, both in business and in life, once told me, “Be the man she wants.” It made sense at the time. Still does, in fact. But that breeds another question; what does she want? Most of the girls I know have no clue what they want. When they do, it changes the next week.

As frustrating as that can be, it’s what you have to do. The good thing is, if you pay good enough attention it’ll be easy.
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An attractive chick unzipping her shorts

I’m not making any big discovery with this one. In fact, I’d be surprised if someone wasn’t aware of this already. Nevertheless, it still needs to be said.

I’ve recently come across a string of girls who use sex as some sort of excuse to escape reality. By this, I mean they have sex as a way to avoid the issue(s) that’s troubling them. To be fair, it’s my belief that they’re not aware this is the reason they do it.

If you aren’t following, don’t worry. This one’s slightly harder to explain than I had hoped. Let me give you an example: Take a girl who’s been in a long relationship with a man. They love each. Live together. Everything seems fine in the world until the guy she’s in love with wants to break up.

Following so far? Good.

Now this guy, as we’ve seen many times before, confesses to having feelings for another woman. He leaves this girl for the other woman. Complete and utter heartbreak ensues.

True story.
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Sometimes it amazes me how the smallest things can make the biggest impact.

I get one text and my world completely shifts. Just one sentence and my whole perspective on things is different. A text. That’s not supposed to happen. Not to me.

A part of me thought I was dreaming when I read it. See, I was at a party sharing a good time with my favorite people when it happened. Out of the blue is an understatement. I may as well have been completely alone in my own universe as I read it.

It took three times reading it to realize what she wrote was real. If anybody had been paying attention they would’ve seen the biggest, dumbest smile to ever cross my face.

I won’t share what was said. I’m scared of what it means. I could quite easily fall in love with this chick and that scares the hell out of me.

Being aware of how she effects me was a huge factor in the reason I haven’t told anybody about her and, of course, the text she sent on Saturday. I’m afraid if I told someone it’ll become real. That makes absolutely no sense, I know. And if it is true, I’m screwed by this post.

What’s even more fucked up is that I’m scared more of having a relationship with her and it ending badly than I am of asking her to have that relationship. What was once optimism has now turned into pessimism.

My initial instinct was to stop talking to her and just push her away. That’s easy. I can do that. I have plenty of practice doing that. Having friends not know about her makes it that much easier. So why haven’t I done that yet? I have no idea. I want to. No. I really don’t.

Maybe the hole that was dug out of my heart from years ago is slowly repairing itself. Maybe she’s helping fill the void. Maybe I actually like the feeling of this. Maybe I’m curious to see where it’ll go. Maybes are all I have right now.

I do know this though. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Things are going very well right now so why change them. I don’t think I will. Yet.


A question was asked of me, not too long ago, on how a guy can play hard to get.

To be honest, I really didn’t have an answer so I ignored it. Until now.

To be fair, I didn’t start this blog with the intention of giving dating advice, but, I’d like to give this one a shot if you don’t mind. If I look stupid in the process that’s your fault. You need better judgment. I’m kidding. Slightly.

Enough chatter, here goes…

I can only assume that this person, who shall remain nameless, wanted the answer because he moves too quickly. This wasn’t a quick assumption either. It basically boiled down to the question of, “Why would a guy want to play hard to get?”  I could’ve sworn only girls did this…

I started to write a massively long list of things to do and realized I was over-analyzing this. It’s really fuckin’ simple.

Act like you don’t give a shit while still making yourself known to her. If you’re able to do this while remaining calm, you’re golden.

You want her number? Get it in a way that it seems like you couldn’t care whether or not she gave it to you but without being a total ass that she refuses.

It may sound confusing at first but try not to think about it so hard. The important part in all of this is that you remain calm and not look needy. Girls love a guy with confidence. They also happen to love a game, whether they admit it or not.

So to answer your question on how do you play hard to get, be calm and have confidence and don’t rush things. Take things one step at a time. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt to be a dick to a certain extent.


Couples kissingAs a proponent for being single I had an interesting thought as to why relationships are beneficial. It took an awkward exchange with one of my girl friends for this to happen but that’s besides the point. Girl friend, not girlfriend. Weird that I have those right?

Luckily enough she knows me really well and my rants don’t affect her. It’s a good thing too because I seem to do it a lot with her. After a recent spazz of mine there was a long silence from her. I thought I had done it this time. I apologized and she responded saying that I was going crazy. She was right. Apparently she let’s me go off my tangents for her amusement. Wait, wait, wait. How often do I do that? Why do I do it with her more than others? There had to be a reason for this. There had to be a blog post in this.

Men and women go crazy in their own way. We all have problems but I think men and women are affected by them differently.

The craziness of the opposite sex negates each other when they’re together. Like two negatives making a positive. Ok, maybe the craziness doesn’t go away completely but I believe with the right person it can dramatically decrease.

How does this happen? My guess is magic. Or, it could just have to do with the person being there to listen to you and vice versa.

Being able to communicate with someone that you share a special bond with is a lot different than talking to your friends. Knowing that you have someone there by your side whether present or not is also something to be considered.

It’s just the thought but who knows. There might just be something to this whole relationship thing.


Women love drama

It’s a well known fact. Women love drama. Maybe a generality that all women do but I’ve yet to meet one who doesn’t. Maybe another generality, but who’s keeping track.

If you’re a woman reading this, you’re probably thinking, “Omg, I don’t love drama at all!” Yeah, yeah, yeah. They all say that.

But why exactly do they love drama? Good question.

If it’s not drama with their boyfriend, it’s drama with their girl friend. If it’s neither of those then, well, it’s whatever they can think of.

I used to think it was just because they’re women and have vaginas. Vaginas are confusing so they are too. Makes sense right? This theory could be true but it’s an easy way out. I needed more.

My other theory was a much worse one. I figured it was just in their DNA. After meeting so many girls with drama I began to come up with any reason as to why they were the way they were. Lazy.

But I think I know why now. Women are problem solvers by nature. What happens if they don’t have a problem to solve? They find one. What’s drama? Another term for problems. The only reason why a woman’s drama is different then a man’s problem is their more vocal about it. And they like to let it draw on and on. And on. And…….. on.

Maybe some don’t realize their dramas are actually problems so they never see the solution. Who knows. The fact still remains though. Women love drama. Maybe if enough read this there will be less in the world and we’d all be happy for it.

Wishful thinking.


I just figured this out. It took a realization or two but I did it. Women love reading into what men say.

With texting, it only gets more complicated. It’s understandable. I’ve mis-duplicated texts before. So, to avoid the drama of unnecessary advances I’ve become increasingly more blunt with people; mainly chicks. I’ve been confused as being a dick. I can be, but that’s not the intention. Once a girl gets to know me they learn it’s just how I am.

“I think we should have sex so we can get rid of the sexual tension between us”
Yeah, I’ve said that.

The advantages of being blunt are endless. I don’t waste as much time trying to explain myself. I let every girl know what I’m about up front. If they get disappointed expecting more, which OFTEN occurs (what the fuck is that about? If I tell you I’m going to act a certain way, you should expect me to act that way. Nothing more, nothing less.) I remind them of our prior conversations – the argument ends. Being that I hate arguments, it’s perfect. Another advantage, depending on what I go after (sex) it becomes less of a game and I get what I want faster.

“I want your number, but only if we’re fuck buddies.”
Said that too. And, yes, I got her number.

Truthfully, I don’t really have a censor. That deteriorated with all the relationships with women throughout my lifetime. Oh, and I enjoy shocking people with the  brain diarrhea that spills out of my mouth.

It’s also easier. Why say/ask something in a roundabout kind of way when all you want is a straight answer? It doesn’t make sense and I wish you’d stop it. Say what’s on your mind and I guarantee you’ll be happier for it.

So that’s why I’m blunt. If you don’t like, go fuck yourself.


I know I’m jaded. I know why too. She broke my heart and I try desperately to not let it happen again. I shut people out. I don’t let another one of “her” in.

It’s been a while since it happened but it left its scar as a reminder whenever I find a girl I like. This ugly, invisible scar. There’s no cream for it. No vitamin E oil I can rub on it. No one sees it but me. But everyone experiences it in some way.

Luckily, I’m fond of being alone. I enjoy my own space. Don’t get me wrong. I love people, for the most part. Well, OK, I love my friends. The rest of the people can fuck off. I exaggerate a lot.

I stopped thinking about her on a daily basis. That’s a relief in itself. Now, trying to completely move on while having this scar as a constant reminder is my new struggle. I’ll win. I always do. But how many girls will I burn in the meantime? Plenty of them have come and gone already. Some I know were special. The scar grows. The more I curse at it.

Don’t confuse this as depression. You’d be an idiot if you did. My life is actually amazing. If you knew me, you’d want my life. I don’t exaggerate about this. Ignorance is not bliss. Arrogance is.

The scar is getting smaller.  Slowly. I don’t worry about how long it’s taking anymore. It’s only a matter of time before it’s completely gone.

It’s only a matter of time until the next special one comes her way.


 

Crazy chick licking her dog

Most definitely. She's crazy. Avoid.

 

Women. An interesting species for sure. Beautiful in many ways while crazy in others. Our testosterone and penis tells us to fuck as many as possible. We get ourselves in trouble a lot.

Some women, however, must be avoided at all costs. If you haven’t discovered who these women are, then keep reading. Subscribe too. I’ll be uncovering more as time goes on.

She likes animals? Cute.
She likes them more than people? Run. Run fast.

Don’t get me wrong. Animals are great. But they can’t talk to me and no matter what you say, they don’t understand a one word I say to them. That’s what friends are for. Or 1 (900) numbers, if you’re desperate.

Empirical research shows that women/girls who prefer animals over humans are, in fact, crazy. Think old lady with a million cats. That’s what she’ll be in the years to come.

Need more of a reason? They’re flakes. Don’t rely on them. You’ll be let down.

More? Drama. Their lives are consumed with it. They have to be. The animals they talk to don’t talk back and that can drive a person mad after a while. Read the rest of this entry »


There’s definitely two distinct sides to me when it comes to women. One side is the unsettling, anti-relationship side who wants to have fun (sex) with no strings-attached. Yeah, like pretty much every other asshole. The other, however, is quite the opposite. This side is the one who wants to settle down, be in a relationship and give my all to her. The trouble with these two sides is they compete constantly, sometimes confusing how I should approach a woman. Let me take that back. The trouble is, I’m not as experienced with the relationship side of me as I am the other.

See, I’m really good at being a dick. It’s comes a little too easy, just like the women when I’m in that mode. But it’s actually not that fun. I’m not a numbers guys so I don’t keep track and I don’t get the obsession of fucking to run the numbers up. Pointless. After a while of messing around without feelings an emptiness always ensues. I try to fight it but the only way to control it is to stop altogether.

As for the relationship side… That side’s an idiot. I have no problem starting conversations and meeting new people but when it comes to making the decision of whether this is going to be a hook-up or relationship and I opt for relationship is when it gets bad. At times, when speaking or texting to a chick I have a crush on I become a complete idiot. What are supposed to be jokes become awkward silences followed by an explanation of how that was a joke. I’d laugh at it if I weren’t screaming inside. Why is it so hard? I don’t think it really is and I’m making it difficult for myself. I think deep down I’m not sure if I want a relationship and I ruin my opportunities on purpose. If you haven’t guessed by now, I haven’t had the best luck with relationships and they’ve taken their toll on me. Read the rest of this entry »

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