Sex In the Big City

It seams that Christmas comes

Wed, 22 Dec 2010 10:31:00 -0500

Ladies, gentlemen, there are a few days before Christmas. Let gargle with egg yolk for a golden voice, needed to interpret crystal carols! To practice good deeds that we do on the treadmill, so for taming and Santa Claus for our wealth. Let us be jolly!

I also take care about everything from above, I got witnessed in the sense that. If you know how much work I have in order to double-filled cakes and meat for the stake… But I can not point out one little fact that keeps me instead of my efforts.

Instead of focusing on all the places for hanging angels, finding the less salty roe and choosing the most dense, tall tree, yet inexpensive, look we burn stuff.It seems that now more than ever, love is in the air. Of course, it flies through the air cold, snowflakes and all, into the pavement distorting illusions of pseudo lovers once overwhelmed by too much holy light.

What is all about? Well my phone rings and I get so many text message, that I made a quick calculation and it has been increasing with 46% since last month. Also the message from the social media platform, it pop-ups windows after windows and won’t let me until I say something.

This is happening around holidays. Which brings with it, besides the light in the soul, more shopping and smell the orange, and various existential dilemmas. The more flashing lights on the glass harder, much harder grips us the hormones.. We wonder why we are alone, why we do not have a partner or you are not 100% happy with the partner you have, if we have one or why is not so porn as you expected to be.

Some representatives of the opposite sex, known to the illustrious past, now they will resubmit their hearts, even in the short term. And I imagine that I, along with him, this piece of velvet jumping shy as a rabbit, and other body parts. Sure, I realize that my motivation is troubled around holiday. But I can not remain completely indifferent to these little shallows of help.

When the angels are turned back, a devil whispers to me that’s true love, one that is around the holidays. And should I act like a pervert and take advantage of it and respond in kind. Luckily I put my fingers in my ears and I’m going so until he shut us and gets bored.

Serena is going to be strong this year, although I have not a life partner and activities, and I’m grateful for that. But I know what mean to struggle around Christmas table. I remember as you look at others, kinsfolk and friends, as you never seen before, and think about you, only you, are different.

Holidays bring more pressure on people’s emotions and I am human too. And this is taking me all my time.

Angry women

Fri, 17 Dec 2010 10:56:27 -0500

I just wanna roll down on laugh when I see women that stay on a volcano relationships. Breathing brimstone burns and suffering from high lava. Or women who would jump on one foot and fool themselves if they had any relationship, just to be there some briefs on the wire.

I just can’t stand when I see other women criticizes others relationships. Ah, women I wouldn’t stay with someone like this even if it was the last man on the planet! Really, can’t believe it. You must have your pride.

We are somehow distributed somewhere in the center with some officials conscientious enough to be suitable for all kinds of patches of men. We have the exceptional men among us, but have various serious defects that we may live with. Drunken men, lazy men, men who hunt girls, greedy men, men too fat, too parrots or too hysterical or too losers.

Look I got a friend, that is extremely smart, probably the smartest girl I ever know, smarter then everyone. And she has next to her a dumb men, and she knows that he is kind of dumb, but she accepts him like he is with understanding and tolerance. Although I’m not smart as her, I couldn’t live with him not for a day. But that doesn’t mean I started shouting in her face the clevis. Dear, how can you stay with him, don’t you see how dumb he is?

Another one has a big lazy ass, which she is caring him around, even his food. However, chances are, I feel like is working on it as it was an option to find and prepare food bowl only good for pushing the stomach with a rolling pin, though he better keep his mouth open, and help a bit with peristaltic movements.

I, for example, discovered, with a little bit of shame, that I stay with men that cheat on me. how did I? well is simple, I don’t have a straight answer for you. I realize that others find it hard or impossible. But look, to me it seems ok to like women than to be lazy or stupid or any other blemish above. Sure, it sucks when you find out, but others discouraged me more than that.

What makes me angry most, are those women who are wondering how I don’t vomit all over, I don’t bleed. And they are not in a favorite relation, believe me! “Dear one, I’ll kill him with my hands! I couldn’t stay with him in the same room after he cheated you with that slut, that probably makes porn movies.

These women see the speck in the eye of everyone who offended, but not with the spiky hair of their own eye. And although they should be embarrassed by their own delicate situations, jump to throw rotten eggs in other women with delicate situations.

Oh, dear, but u put me to breast May sit in the room with your sloth, nor with the bad.As you pick me and my meat you chop it small. Really, what I do not support.

They say men are tired

Tue, 07 Dec 2010 02:32:23 -0500

I got a latest news from the exchange relationships. It got to my agency of press love. My agency gathers love information from the market about two good men.

A blond and a brunette, both carriers had shown phenomenal bodies, both with humor and great recreational activities of all kinds, they exclaimed in chorus: we were tired. Oh, but how can this be, I asked, giving me the time of death. If you, Brutus, who you are so fit, will give up the fight, what to say about the least prepared specimens?

And they explain to me very clearly, that they are the owns who must hunt in a forest full of doe-urban women. Because this is healthy and it happens early in the rituals of dating. But they added also, in unison, many things are out of the traditions when it comes to relationships. And then, if we accept the others, then let’s walk a little and who’s who courtship.

I am a great lover to keep well-defined roles for men and women. I spread the different baits but I always expect the man to take reins of our thing. I think that is the nature of things. It was perhaps one exception, which I can not brag that went out too well: The operation succeeded but the patient is dead.

Therefore, when I heard that men were tired and guys just want that we do something in the rituals of courtship, I was very surprised. I asked not spare me and tell me more about this. I managed to get information from them unsophisticated, as we know it is the specie.

It seems that men or at least a good portion of them (and if you know my friends, you say that’s the part that matter) have different expectations. They now and breathe a little and to sit on the couch with big girls and just shake their long lashes. You would say that’s pretty gay. Frankly, I don’t think so since I know with who I’m talking.

They say it is extremely relaxing to see the women running after the lower. It looks like it’s just annoying to chase the ladies. In addition, they say that memorable women in their life are exactly those that were little more freely and showed them that they liked them, without a doubt.

So if I were to take after those two words, you should buy me a flint. To fill my agenda with phone numbers of all men that I like, to get all the hardcore porn I can get, and look for action. I’ll try to get used to the idea, to see if it works.

I almost see myself putting reminders to call them in key moments to test if they can handle my willingness after seeing some free porn. I understand that I must take them to dinner, to touch their leg to pull them with all my strength and kiss them French like it was our last night together.

I tell you frankly, I’m afraid of dying. But if this is a must, who am I to resist.

The second guitar

Thu, 02 Dec 2010 10:41:00 -0500

If men would knew how we interpret each and every gesture, how small, even the lint from the lapel, and then we draw a strategy of our common life, they would tear their hair out. Or at least they would pick the bald, whistling the damage.

I take a close look to a man who drinks milk and how he acts in the airport. I hear drop at what kind of engine he is interested and I check in which position he sleeps at night. I sift what kind of relationship has with his mother and in which day he wears his black socks. Then draw conclusions determine how much he loves me and establish a future behavior, which concerns us both.

But that’s not all and not just me. It’s hard to keep such a great responsibility on my shoulders, so I prefer to share the burden. If men would knok that they are study by a carefully selected group would freak out. Every woman enjoys a passionate panel, which meets frequently and is composed of best friends. They give their opinion and analyze in turn the men, in each man’s behavior.Then give the verdict. During this, the man of any of us drink a quiet beer maybe is looking at some free porn videos, thinking that everything is under control.

The most interesting signs I consider that are the ones from th e beginning of the relationship. When I don’t know exactly on what quicksand quiet I stay. I keep my ears well open because I hate the idea of being in a thin line. If they would knew that after they hang their phone or send their text message, we split the th read not in 4 but in 74, to see whether or not we will be together and how we’ll go, if they knew …

I am aware that a man doesn’t knows what strategies to apply. But that does not stop me trying to give to Bobby, giving me power and some hidden but powerful feelings and desires, which he has no clue . In most cases, do not even ask him to sit on it. I met with my board and I understood everything.

A “us” used in conversation with a friend is clear that is thinking about a couple and done, we are together. A “wait I must talk with her” it’s clear we’ll have a commitment. But the most important step when he brought to me the second guitar, my girlfriend says. That means something very serious and is a sign applies to all relationships.

A second guitar cover different objects from man to man, but symbolism is a clear (we think). It can be a winter bike, some books because he has to learn for an exam that is not quite imminent, or his favorite pajamas or 7 DVDs all with soul concerts that he had long been heard.

The first guitar, my friend clarified, brought it a little while ago, because he can not live without it. But it was only the second guitar was a sign to be thinking very seriously about our relationship. A second guitar is that object without which he could live for a long time. But the very fact that there is life without it and still took it, shows me he wants to spend as much time together.

Moving it to me, shows to me our fragile love (yet) bind us. Any girlfriend would say the same. If you ask the man, he probably takes second guitar after him just like that without meaning. Because he felt like playing that night and it was not enough his first one or because he has work tomorrow with it and he wasn’t in the mood to go to pick it up. But to a woman-this tinny explanation does not convince her.

Bring the second guitar is safe love. It’s just a matter of time before the man will realize what is happening: caught in the entangling. She already knows and is informed and all her friends. The man should better behave as expected.

The words: I love you

Fri, 26 Nov 2010 03:04:40 -0500

If I wouldn’t lived in the big city maybe the words “I love you” had different meaning, but when you are living for over 7 years in here and in those years you had met all kinds of people you will see that even when your mother call’s you and says ” I love you..” you start not to believe it anymore.

Those three little words have powerful meaning for people that still believe in prince charming or in princess, but for us who loved thousands of times, the meaning started to lose ground.

I was a few days ago at the restaurant with my boyfriend, don’t get me wrong we are very well together and respect for each other, all you could wish from a normal person in New York, if you still believe it exist something like that.

So, has I was says, we where at the restaurant and suddenly I ask him: “Baby, do you love me?” (we where waiting for the food for a long time). He goggled his eyes at me and he was ” darling, what is with the “baby” thing…”.

This was clear to me! He didn’t wanted to answer the question, he bind to diminutive. Actually, I know when a person is trying to shirk from a situation and in public, because if we where at home I would went to him and give him a kiss and a slap so that he could come in his senses. But there in the restaurant what could I do?

Cut the crap, you feel something or not?

Right now I’m hungry.

More obvious than that could not be. And I thought we went there because wehad something to eat that night. I analyzed the situation carefully. Who made the invitation? I thought it was me, but that does not prove anything. We know how manipulators can be men, how do you try to get themselves to the conclusion that they want. Cowards. So he took me into town to break up without scandal. He was afraid I would hit the ball, I would made it, without regret. If he no longer want me it means that he wanted another. And that bitch slut could have him but crippled.

You want to fight?

I think that you want. Go ahead, I know that nothing can stop you.

He did not want to argue. In any case in public, where he had to keep a certain impression, however. And so he stayed half an hour without talking anything.

What is a clear sign that he is thinking about something that does not want to tell her. So he has a life of its own of which I was not allowed to take part in or not invited. Who knows what happens in that life, probably something extraordinary. As it was not possible to have a boring life so how is that visible and yet not to climb the walls. It certainly is something fishy in the middle.

If so, maybe I have a life different from my own. And I can make the interesting woman too, busy to stick it in his account at the front. It really is not anything great without him, that’s why we are in a relationship, to just come together, have fun and it can be but one meaning transformation. After all, no matter what you think, important is the impression. And I can take a mug of this importance while listening what the chief said today at work and roll my eyes to what life is complex and intricate. If I could now read his mind and throw them in front of him and see how trivial they are! Much more mundane than mine anyway!

Puppy bear problems at work?

Did you fight with Tudor? ( his best friend since ever)

This something bothers you?

Diminutive. And I’m hungry.

So was clearly that he didn’t love me anymore, didn’t wanted to talk with me, but he didn’t wanna break up with me there. First he wanted to eat and after that maybe he will do it. So to keep my dignified I stood up and left first.

I left and I wasn’t sure of my decision so I call my best friend to go out and get drunk and have fun, I didn’t wanted to hear anything about love. But instead I wanted to get wasted and have sex with some random guy like in the porn movies.

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Fri, 15 Oct 2010 07:31:37 -0400

Urban Sex

Fri, 15 Oct 2010 07:31:00 -0400

We have urban art. We have urban culture. And because sex is an art, but an issue that ultimately binds the culture and civilization, or not, we have sex and urban. It is after all normal.

Urban Sex is an activity like any other activity in the metropolis. A social act, by which you make new acquaintances and you relax a bit. As just you can not go on beer continuously with the same people. Or eat snacks/popcorn at the movie every day. And then you make some sex.

Are plenty those who are interested of urban sex. We understand each other with a bling, not too much bureaucracy before the parties agreement. Are you alone? Yes. You’re funny. I know. And you’re quite ok. Ok, anyway, for a Tuesday night, when not really have other things to do. I do not know if I’ve chose you for a Saturday. But today you qualify. And you. Thanks. Thanks.

And now follows simply as “hello”, urban sex. That is a nice act, performed with moderate interest, but real protagonists and polite. “Let me open the door. Please hold my coat. What a nice place you have. You have coffee? No, I do not drink. A, ok, no problem. Is it too cold? They didn’t turn on the heat. No, it’s ok. it’s the same at my place. A, ok.”

Urban Love minutes are usually successful, because the criteria for joining together the very beginning were strictly aesthetic and pheromones. And with a bit of chemistry above. Protagonists leave satisfied. “Look how well we spent the evening. What inspired you were to ask me if it somehow… Never mind, you were inspired and supported me when you have sent positive signals.”

Nobody says anything about calling each other. May not even remember about it. It is clear that there is no point talking. However, we’ll not have serious things to talk about, like people who are talking in a relationship. What relationship?

But if one of us comes to see if I’m in the mood of doing some urban sex, rang without embarrassment. What are you doing? Where are you? Like that. Then only administrative details. 7 minutes. Location. Yes beep. I’m coming down stairs.

Urban sex happens again. Clean, dry, no lies, detours and additional problems. A maintenance sex as a winter snow removal, so you can get out of the yard.