Life, or something like it...

Serial daters, serial monogamists, serial (fill in the blank)...

It never dawned on me, perhaps I've said it before, if not then it's been on my mind. It has to do with the lies we tell ourselves. The lies that I have heard. Maybe even told myself. I know so many people looking for love. They are in love with falling in love. Then they love the feeling of abandon and impatience to see that new love of their life. Then when they're tired they break-up and look for the next experience.

We should clearly articulate what it is we want from others. I myself, well, I think I do that. It sometimes even works. I sometimes offend. I sometimes scare. All in all, I'm true to me.

Before the day ends

This is always a weird day for me - every year. I hate this day. Even though today was actually a great day. Some things stick with us. How I deal with things I want to forget is simple. I remind myself why I should forget. Why it's not a good thing. Too often we harken back to positive memories. This is a time when I actually NEED to think negatively!! 

Small talk

I've, sadly, gotten to a point where I just don't care to make small talk. It seems so pointless. After all, I only want to get to the point. There's a time limit. If we don't act quickly we lose the chemistry that exists for a precise point in time.

Small talk is the ultimate "un" aphrodisiac.

Truth in advertising...

We all dress well, present well, try so hard to make a great first impression. What happens when we can't keep that up? I try to be me, clutzy, I say the wrong things, I say too much, I act aloof... all things that I do on a normal day. I like to think I am an accurate representation of what's to come in the future.

Unfortunately, some of the women I meet misrepresent themselves when I meet them. That sucks.

Burberry scarves and other things...

I realized some time ago that I could give girls really nice things. Things they'd appreciate and perhaps they may prove deserving. Then I bought this quite exquisite Burberry scarf. I mean, I loved this thing. I bought it in Switzerland. It was f#@king expensive. I almost gave it to this girl because she had one and had lost it, but who knows, maybe she lied about that too!

I had this scarf sitting in a Burberry bag, all wrapped in Burberry stuffing lol. It's cold outside. I didn't give it to her. I wear it. I deserve it. It makes me feel warm.

So the lesson learned, once again, is buy myself nice stuff because I deserve it and I appreciate me.

I think we all need to appreciate ourselves more.

Snoring, teeth grinding and sleeping over

The first two are among the reasons I don't like women sleeping over. I can't sleep with someone else in my bed or in my condo for that matter.

Women feel extremely comfortable around me and they just fall asleep and act like it's totally fine to stay over.

Addicted to youth

Young women are the most awesome thing on earth. As women age they get better, no doubt about that, but there's something I love about girls under 24. I was thinking about a bartender I met a couple summers ago. She's an amazing, bright, engaging girl. She turned 21 last year.

In the time we've known each other we have become close. She has a boyfriend. She told me that the day we met. We have sex occasionally. She still has a boyfriend. I know, we probably suck, but the fact is, we give each other something we each need. I like that we have total open and honest, no holds barred discussions. Very few people know the things we know about each other.