No Sex Tonight....brought to you from the Best of Craig's List

There is a place to Aspire too...the best on Craig's List.
Anyhow, here is a posting that I am sharing with you...my readers.
The Author, let's call him
Cynical Freak Gunius

and he writes...


I just wanted to share something that gave me a good laugh this morning. It was posted in the "best of craigslist" section of craigslist. I thought somebody else here may find it funny, too. I have found it is easier to cope with a sexless marriage if I learn to laugh more about my situation. Here's the post....
"I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.
FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.
Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."
I said "WHAT??!! What was that?!"
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier."
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT?"
I then said "honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either. "

Word for Today

Bissextile

Did you know, that in leap years there is a Presidential Election in the United State of America?

Don't Try THIS at Home!

Unless, of course you know what you are doing...
I find so few that do...and even then I suspect fault.
If I excluded myself from fault, that would only validate my hypocrisy...
There are plenty of moments where logic ceases to flow from my mind and tongue and I find myself in predictaments that I more or less desire to deny admitting too...

But, if I must share...and you're feeling Bold...
Impervious to failure...
*True failure is only to succumb to a challenge!!!*
JUST TRY, TRY...AGAIN...
Please....

Sit, relaxed
Calm
Cool
Collected

Raise one arm, perpendicular to your shoulder (in the Frontal Plane) and trace in the air a circle in a clockwise fashion. Please. Lift the leg from the same side your arm is circling...and start tracing a circle in counter clockwise fashion with your lifted leg (toe pointed please).

Some things can be So Complicated...
Just like You and I...and everyone else...hence why we are all so special...
This is why we need to treat each other better.
Please!

Sixty Five

It Translates...Literally to Republic of the Equator.  This South American country is also one of two (Chile being the other) countries that does not border Brazil.  Approximately One1000Thousand Kilometers West, out to sea sit the Galapogos Islands...which are a segment of this country (making it One out of Seventeen Megadiverse Countries on the planet)...what does this mean?
It means, it has some of the highest variety of endemic Wildlife on the planet.
Over 1,600 different types of Birds
16,000 different species of Plants
106 endemic Reptiles and 138 Amphibians
Six6000Thousand Species of Butterflies...

"Sustainably conserve and manage the natural heritage including its land and marine biodiversity which is considered a strategic sector".
Protected areas include 11 national parks, 10 wildlife refuges, 9 ecological reserves as well as other areas.

Since Darwin liked, I bet so will I!

Welcome my Readers of Ecuador!

Ask to Name Three of the Weirdest Movies?

My criteria, make them worth watching for a reason other then just pure punishment...Please! As I shall do the same...

No one mentioned Cemetary Man....classic weird flck!
Children of a Lost City was different too.
Cube was some neat Sci-fi that caught me off guard
Terry Gilliam's Brazil (I saw his Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on this list)...watch anything he makes!
How about Donnie Darko?
Barton Fink, need I say more?
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind still makes me think WTF? And why am I still trying to figure it out, as opposed to their Synecdoche NY one which made me give up trying. Even Adaption made scratch my head?
I hate how violated a I felt after watching House of 1,000 Corpses...I almost wish I hadn't watched it. So did I Spit on Your Grave.
Evil Dead movies? Love them!
Jacob's Ladder was cool.
Why did David Cronenberg try making Naked Lunch?
Pick your David Lynch movie of choice...er...Lost Highway it is!
Did not like Pi, not even a little.
Pink Floyd's The Wall??? Remember that one???
Science of Sleep? Really?
I hated A Serious Man, and I can't even tell you why...?
How about old Italan Horror like Suspiria!!!
The Machinist...Christian Bale's performance anyone?
Six String Samurai was cool, in a weird way.
Uneven, but with Potential...The Fountain! His Requiem of a Dream was a doozie too!
Didn't Momento make You want to rewatch it?

and if anyone hasn't seen Night Watch, The Devil's Backbone and Frailty, watch them...they're just great stories without making themselves too weird along the way...creativity intertwined with good story telling.

Censors are Violators!

Along w/spelling...carry the poetic liscence to decorate a sentence in/with any number or symbol you may opt to express yourself with...
Art is never intended to be LIKED by everyone,
It is about the artist expressing their sense of being at the creative moment of inspiration.

Luckily I have thick skin, couple my no nonsense approach to other people's BS...and there is your recipe for ruffling feathers...even if it is with words, numbers and symbols!
Love it or hate it...just appreciate its authenticity.
Rules?Regulations?
How about respect of personal expression?
Censorship is my ultimate violation!

Its Still Better then The Alternative!

Making Amends in my Mind through my Actions has never been perceived as hellacious or Herculean in effort...as a matter of fact, it comes natural to who I am...almost as if I have a Biological affinity to sustaining an emotional state of equilibrium.  It befuddles me when others contest me on this...almost as if they accept the chaos as their existing state.
Without Order, then there will be no Chaos...one can not exist without the Other!

My Morning was slow, yet somehow ran long...I leave work as is, meaning sneakers, black shorts, a red Tee-Shirt and Burgundy Fleece.  My hair is untethered, I pull up my neck warmer up to shield my ears (its very windy outside!) and in turn encase my locks.  This makes me appear to be another three or four inches taller since my may hair burst out through the warmer...kinked and curly, i look as if I belong somewhere as a native in the Carribbean.  With my John Lennon-like golden Sun glasses on, off I go...
I got to Joe somewhere around One P.M. Eastern Standard Time.  His parents greet me, and just as quickly off they go...being busy, with something important to deal with...that is life, no?  Busy with importance, all the time?

Off we go...

We reach The Baiting Hollow Farm Vineyard sometime just before Two P.M. EST
Tessa Souter Group was in full performance...welcome to Jazz on the Vine out on the East End of Long Island.
http://www.liwines.com/?cat=6
This Vineyard is Overflowing with People from as far North as New England and as far South as New Jersey...and from in between, Many New York City folk as well.  The only crime I immediately notice is that their two best reds are SOLD OUT...ce domage!  For all score keepers Red Velvet (a meritage) and their Cabernet Sauvingnon.
Tessa, finishes her wonderful performance...the music ceases but the chatter starts...from all areas.  I loose Joe along the way.  NO big deal, I'll find him when he is ready to be found!  My eye catches him on the other side of the doorway leading to a tented deck area.  He is in deep conversation with two people unfamiliar to me.  I slowly creep over to them, still unable to identify who this couple is that Joe is conversing with.  He motions in my vicinity directing the couple's attention to where I was standing.  The fellow he was talking to was a tall slender darker skinned man around my age.  His head was shaved and he was dressed in black.  He looks me up and down, and I hear him say..."I don't know who he is, I do not recognize him"
At this point, a familiar sense overcomes me...I know this man...
I tilt my head down so I can sneak a peak with my eyes just over my sun glasses...
The fellow jumps back, leans his body back and lets out a bellow...
At the same exact moment, I recognized him as well...
He was a long time childhood friend, I haven't seen him in about a decade and a half...where does the time go...?

(Just so you should know, I am to fault more then anyone for losing touch with my friends over the years...my natural tendency to lead a quiet and unassuming social life has always impeded my potential to exist within a Riveting and Populated Social setting...I certainly hold that potential with my resources)

We immediately embrace, and he states..."you know, over the years I had wondered what happened in your life"
Funny thing, I often wondered what had ever happened to Ian too.  We chit chat for another half hour, catching up on the last fifteen years...
Seeing an Old friend has already more then made this day far Valuable then expected.
We part ways...

Off We Go...Destination Number Two II
One that I have never Visited
Sparkling Point...Located at one of the furthest points East on the North Road (Sound Avenue).  It is a winery that Specializes with Sparkling Wine.
Curious lesson in Wine History.
*Meet Dom Perignon, a French Benedictine Monk who perceieved himself as a failed wine maker since his wine had bubbles in it*
If all failures led to such success!!!
The building is Large, Clean, Open and Manicured...just Immaculate.  A great vineyard to bring a date too.  Approximately fifteen tables decorate an indoor courtyard with high cielings and many windows.  We are greeted by Melissa...
Hi!
She is cute and friendly with these gorgeous Green-Hazel eyes.  She makes us feel welcome and comfortable...almost as if we were her friends whom she had invited to visit her at work.  Best of all, she KNOWS her wines!  We sampled five separate vintages...all different in style and flavor...yet all were wonderful.  Created from famed Roederer Estate Winemaker, a French guy by the name Gill Martin...who is now a Long Islander.  We have our crackers with our samples...delicious.  We ask Melissa where we should go next...
She pulls out a map, and with pen in hand she begins to trace a potential destined path...
Only one suggestion stands out.  The Wine Maker's Studio.  Located on Peconic Lane.  She recommends the Leo Family Red.
Thank you, that was terrific...I'll be back Melissa.
On the way out I bump into another familiar face...Dawn W.  I haven't seen her in approximately four years...and she hasn't aged one single day in those Fourteen hundred days.  She was an old customer of mine.  Young middle aged type.  Quiet.  Shy.  Timid.  She was ecstatic to see me, she greeted me with a hug.  How nice to see you out here.
Enjoy the wine Dawn W.

Destination...errr III
I over shoot Peconic Lane.  Next thing I know I am pulling into Vineyard 48.  The last time I was here was four years earlier with my very beloved Ex, Kerry.  We thought their wine was average at best, yet over priced on any day.  It was empty, yet the woman that served us on that particular day was young and pleasant.  I have not wanted to go back since...
I can not say the same about Joe.  He had heard rumblings...rumors about this place...about how its kind of a club setting...how lively it gets...O.K. for whatever its worth...
this was news to me.  I can't say I even fathom to wrap my head around it, but I will flow with it.  As we approach the tasting room, we hear Base...Boom, Boom Boom, Boom!  We enter, and sure enough there is a Hip Hop DJ blaring music.  A table of three young couples seated directly in front of him, just enjoying the scene.  Approximately five other tables were occuppied with older folks...why?  Here?  Do I want to really know.  What I want is a quick exodus, but might as well sample their wine...since we are here.  The Taster, a women somewhere approaching her fifties serves us.  She has Blonde Hair and light hazel eyes.  She flirts with her hips and taunts with her words.  She pours the first wine, the table wine....I suppose it would be OK to serve with Pizza.  She is bright enough to detect that she may need to impress us with something a little more refined.  The second wine was her Merlot Reserve...its a winner, but not at the price of Forty Dollars a bottle (tweny seven Euros?  No way!).  The third wine...Cabernet Sauv.  Not bad, pretty good actually...same notion though.  Finally, the headliner...her Meritage.  She pours her Vignetta Red...excellent wine, but over priced.  The only Vineyard 48 wine in my cellar is their last previous vintage of the Vignetta (2004).  It is a wine that has not been made for the past seven or so years.  We leave unimpressed...maybe its the loud music and the overwhelming presence of gyrating hips coupled with hooting and hollering...
It is what it is...Off we Go...

The Wine Maker's Studio on Peconic Lane...Destination IV
I haven't been here since it was the Tasting room, some five years earlier.  According to Chris, the Hippie Looking young Fellow working the store...The Tasting Room closed approximately a year ago.  The Tasting Room was a store front some of the local wineries who were unable to sustain a tasting room on their premises (for whatever the reason may have been).  I really enjoyed the tasting room because it exposed me to wines I would have never known.  For the score keepers, there are approximately Forty or so Long Island Vineyards and countless other aspiring wine makers whom have affliations.  The Wine Maker's Studio is a store front for the Independant Wine Maker.  So far, there are Four Winemakers who make and sell their wines through this store.  One wine from each were on display:  a light white called 'Anomaly' by Shinn Estate winemaker Anthony Nappa (this wine is a Pinot Noir...look at that a white Pinot Noir, it has been said that Pinot Noir is a White masquarading as a Red)...a dry Reisling from famed Wolffer and Roanoke winemaker Roman Roth (a taste of his wines brings instant Euphoria)...Another Anthony Nappa wine is his 'Spezia' Gewurtztraminer (Seductively syrupy Dry wine that would pair wonderfully with Thai food)..Russel Hearn's Shiraz (Pelligrini's Winemaker) under his Suhru label (short for Susan and Russel Hearn...Russ loves his wife!)...and Finally, John Leo the winemaker of Clovis Point presents his first of many (hopefully) offerings the Leo Family Red (80% Merlot, 7% Syrah, 6% Petit Verdot, 5% Cabernet Franc and 2% Cabernet Sauvignon).  We sample all five...and Melissa did us right, The Leo Family Red was Stellar, better then any red we had sampled today yet (less expensive the 48's...just saying).  While tasting a curious thing happened.  The lovely couple next to us befriended us.  They were somewhere around ten or so years older then us.  Real friendly, I did not catch their names...but I appreciated their company.  The women left before us, but before they did one of them insisted that Joe was familiar to her...I was marginally worried that she may have recognized me from John Harvards (on a night I dined there in my Boxer Shorts)...nonetheless, they bid us both an nice Adieu...
Its just past Five Thirty now...my goal was to make the Jazz performance at Seven O'clock at the Indigo Hotel in the Riverhead area.  A known lively night spot.
We leave and head West...

I pull into Martha Clara...they are closing
No more tasting available...Good, I am not a big fan any how...Corporate Owned!
Entenmann's owned....
BOOOO!
Just trying to spending a little time before it reaches Seven.

Destination V...Roanoke Vineyards
Their wine here is Good, real Good...yet still Overpriced.  They are affliated with Woelffer Estate of South Hampton...the First Vineyard to market a One Hundred Do$$ar Merlot (at least Emeril liked it...BAM!)...wine is made from Grapes, right?  When did grapes become so expensive?  Is A One Hundred Dollar bottle going make you look younger and thinner and more beautiful...and just tease you and make you feel great...right, that is what its supposed to do?  Why else the high price???and in the end...What if the wine isn't any good?
Anyhow, a young Latin looking fellow greeets and serves us.  I was hoping his Co worker would have been the one.  She was this Tall Blonde with these beautiful crystilline Grey eyes.  She is well built with natural curves.  I can see her legs were nice and toned, thick and muscular...yet she is still humble with her appearance.
Four red wines are offered to be tasted.
The latin fellow pours the first wine and serves us cheese and bread.  We are hungry, we finish the food before the wine sample.  A group of four young woman recruit Joe to take their picture, he does without hesitation.  Off to my right at the end of the bar stands a group of five (three men and two women)...i recognize one of the woman within that group.  She is one of the young ladies over from Shinn Estate, quite possibly one of the best kept secrets of the East End.  I assume at this point the other four are employees from the various vineyards spending their free time together, after work.
The Taster returns with the second Red and a second plate of Bread and Cheese...he is smiling at us, for he knows how it feels to visit five vineyards and not eat in between.  Both Reds are Superb.  Shortly thereafter he returns with a decanter.  In the decanter there is wine.  A label is stuck on the Decanter, it reads 2007 Merlot Reserve...he pours for us.  Excellent wine!!!
By this point, the Volumptous Blonde has slowly gravitated to our end...she seems to be friends with group of five.  The Vineyards of Long Island are a bit incestuous in that sense...they seem to bond and socialize with one another.
The petite brunette at the direct end of the bar starts up with the Blonde bar tender (who's name turns out to be Amanda).  The girls frantenize and laugh.  The petite brunette proclaims to her group..."i went to the beach with Amanda, I could not believe how great her abs look.  Made me feel real insecure"...by this point, Amanda's milky complexion had turned rosey and she became flustered by the compliment, and walks away from her friends mumbling to herself "I can't take this anymore, I have been drinking all afternoon".  Her friends resume their excitment over Amamda.
My shapely courtesan wanders over to me and politely asks, "what may I pour you?"  I tell her I am up to my forth and final tasting, its called the Blend One.  I have had it before and found it outstanding.  She pours me a glass and brings me a third plate of Cheese and Bread.  Before I can finish my glass, she uncorks a bottle and tells me that "I should try this Cabernet, its amongst the best they have to offer and is almost sold out."
She was spot on, Great Wine!
By this point, a young dark haired woman enters the facility and stands directly next to me and gives Amanda a suggestively welcoming smile.  Joe pokes her in the arm, "are you following me around Amanda".  Her name is Amanda as well.  Turns out that Amanda number II is an old intimate aqcaintance of his brother, and the younger sister of an old friend...my, my what a small world. The two Amandas seem to be good friends...they make their plans for the Evening, loud enough to share them with Joe and I.  Funny, its somewhere Joe would typically go on Saturday Night.
Hi and Bye Amanda, maybe I'll be seeing you around sometime later...or not.

Its almost Seven...and we are most certainly Hungry!!!  We stop somewhere.  We sit at the bar, otherwise we have to wait to be sitted.  The Bar tender here is cute as a button and her name is Tiffany.  She is partially Latin in her ethnicity and somewhere between 19 years old and twenty-two.  Her face is very attractive with this light complexion and full complimentary and naturally aligned lips.  Her physique is disproportionate...particularly her lower half is noticeably bigger in porportion to the rest of her body...think a Centaurian Goddess.  Each ear has five piercings, and her hair is artificially lightened with a blonde hue.  She has yet to realize how blessed she is with her looks, i bet she has all the Men and Boys chasing her...her naive nature more then likely just dismisses any and all of that attention.
We order food, I go with the lighter calories.  Six ounces of meat with two vegtable sides.  Joe goes with Tiffany's recommandation...chicken and pasta in some cream sauce.  Easily double in calories of what I was eating.  Joe deliberates writing Tiffany a note, I talk him out of it twice...something tells me that it would give her the wrong impression of Joe.  I tell Joe, if you want to approach her...do so in a face to face manner.  He heeds half my advice.  We leave, and Tiffany never receives either one of her notes.  Nor does she get smoozed by Joe.  My bet is that he would have successfully done well with it...but it is all hearsay now as to what may have come...
Sometimes, you'll never know if you don't try...and even in failure there is a lesson to be learned!

Happy 37th Birthday Buddy!

Meet Ms Mean Rebel

Hardened by her tough luck in life...walked on, walked out on...
She is lost and barracaded behind a template of missed desires and lost dreams...her hope Is fading, slowly vanishing....like a Dying Star...
She found a love, and rekindled her faith...now he promises to leave, against his will...his terminal illness has rung the final bell...

I am sorry to hear that
But, will your tirade solve anything here??? You want answers? Here Is one, but you may not like it. In the end, it's your decision, and only yours to make...and don't dare blame anyone along the way!

I know what you can do...
Take him out first, beat him to the punch!
I say, you get Your last word in ;-)
or choose Not too...and mope about it
I consciously tried stopping to complain about MY problems a long time ago
Key Word...Tried!
Why?
Because!
Everyone has their problems, issues, dilemmas....and what makes ME so special where I should be entitled not to have mine?
Isn't life a series of challenges?
and in the end, we kind of see our tally on how we dealt with OUR conflicts?
Right? Isn't that the overall scheme of our set up? To some degree, it just might fall that way...but, who am I to say? I am not saying final judgement rest upon "other" eyes and minds...AFTER ALL, aren't we are our own harshest critic, we are ultimately our own final judge!

You can either complain about your forlorn destiny with a Sacred loved one, or just enjoy every remaining moment you may have left together...treat each day as if it will be your last day and Make it loving and special...memories are everlasting (and we are always creating them).
Just be thankful, that you are Fortunate enough to have that love in your life...too many people, on This Planet don't have enough...
and as you can see, how the current global affairs seem to BE burning with such a lack of love and respect for one another...
This World would be a better Place with more Love

My letter to Wonder

Hello my favorite woman from down under...
How are you? All well and good miss? A day without your words is very much a day without sunshine!
I have done two consecutive Bikram classes in the past, as a matter of fact, I am physically capable of doing much more...I just kind of did that (and finished, mind you!) without properly planning for it. My stupidity. Men have an excellent capacity to maximize, not Only their own, but everyone else's Stupidity around them. True Fact and I will swear by it...I have seen it with my own eyes, and experienced my fair share of it.
It is what it is, and shall we leave it at that?

I Wish You All Enough

A beautiful belle shared her story with me...I in turn share it with the rest if you:

"Recently I overheard a father and his daughter sharing their last moments together at the airport. Standing at the security gate thay hugged and the
father said, 'I wish you enough'
The daughter replied, 'Dad our life together has been more then enough' Your love was all I ever needed. I wish you enough too dad.
They kissed and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.
I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcome me in by asking 'Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
Yes I have I replied' Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?
I am old, she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is next trip back will be for my funeral. He said.
When I heard you say Good-bye I heard you say "I wish you enough. May I ask what that means?
He began to smile "thats a wish thats been handed down from other generations"My parents used to say it to everyone.....He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember every detail, and he smiled even more. When we said I wish you enough, we were wanting the person to have a
life filled with just enough good thing to sustain them. Then he turned toward me and shared the following.

I wish you enough sun to keep your additude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough Hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
Then he walked away and began to cry.

Thay say it only takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and
a lifetime to forget them.
Only if you wish send this to the people you will never forget. If you don't send it to anyone that means you are
in such a hurry you have forgotten your friends.

Take Time To Live.......
"

Today's word...Brinkmanship

It is the Practice of pushing Dangerous Events to the verge of Disaster...In Order to Achieve the MOST Advantageous outcome.
I have been practicing the Art of Brinkmanship my entire life, with just about everyone and everything...Welcome to MY World!
Sometimes, many times, I do fail from averting Disaster...but even then, that can have its enjoyable merits...my clientele do accuse me of being a bit of a Sadist. That's only on some days...

Last night, I wanted to Spend a little time with my friend and yours...happy birthday Joe! He was performing at his Open Mic on his birthday, and what better way to support him! After all, he does nothing but endorse and support my endless years of outrageous stunts...which, almost always get quantified with my enormous amount of recklessness and stupidity. It really is a miracle that I haven't been eaten by an Aligator yet...that is only because I seem to be of the uncooperative varietal type.
Let me introduce you to my Thursday night routine: Bikram Hot Yoga at Five Thirty P.M. Home by Seven Thirty...asleep by eight thirty...Boring...
But I'm OK with a boring Thursday night, because my Friday morning begins before dawn...and always ends after dusk.
This past Thursday is different though...it's our buddies Bday (for his birthday, he took him self off of Facebook...Good for you buddy, one less for Zuckerberg).
So, it is almost impossible to imagine myself going home...only to re-emerge after Nine Thirty P.M. I typically turn into a pumpkin by then...
So I had a brilliant Idea...
Stay for a second Bikram class...let's out at Nine, I shower up and out to see Joe. Great idea...if you are beyond hydrated for starters.
For anyone who is NOT Familiar with how Bikram works...
The room is ignited to approximately One Hundred and Ten Degree Fahrenheit. Last nights humidity probably averaged around Fifty Three percent%
Two classes, plus thirty minutes of down time...
Has me in the room, that HOT Room for two hundred and ten minutes...
Brilliant idea!
But I did it, successfully.
FAST FORWARD to the end of the Second class...Nine Oh Two, P.M.
I find my body convulsing with muscle cramps. The Human Body has somewhere around Six Hundred and fifty striated Muscles. For, those last thirty minutes of class I experienced cramps (severe at moments) in at least two hundred of those muscles...ranging from my toes up to my upper back/neck region...my body was having Mardi Gra type of action, but it neglected to invite the Host...
Long story short, I quickly came to the conclusion that had I gone out to see Joe...in my current state...who knows what I could have physically experienced in a public setting...
So, I never made it out to see my friend...on his birthday!
I went home dejected...and in pain. Over the proceeding six or so hours, I was experiencing countless bouts of intense cramping...seemingly everywhere...

What is my personal policy on my conduct and association...?
One Word...
Brinkmanship!

P.s. if anyone is keeping Score I lifted weights for seventy five minutes earlier in the day
Don't Try, Any of THIS at home!

Let's play a game..a game I can not take credit for..state five facts about Yourself

I can be boring and state things that I have already shared with some...yet not others, but I'll still take it one notch further...Yes?
So...I played competive sports into my twenties. American Football and Rugby.
I have a wine cellar that holds somewhere around twelve hundred bottles...and I am ALWAYS willing to open up any bottle for anyone willing to share it with me.
I studied science in college, and it has absolutely no baring on my work function currently...I was one of four graduates in my department (out of about five thousand overall graduates), the diploma reads neurophysiology.
The one Thing that continually frustrates my co-workers about me (other then, they have no shot at manipulating my mentality for whatever cause they have...they've become rather accepting of my "Free Will" approach in diplomacy), is that I can eat anything I want...anything at all, and they can't without having "noticeable" alterations to their physique. If you're keeping score...I LOVE sugar at night (dark chocolat anyone?).
The last fact about me...
In my lifetime, thus far, I have owned somewhere in the neighborehood of about fifteen vehicles...all of which I have Crashed at some point in my life. My friends say I drive as if I live in The Matrix...I can't help it everything travels so slow around me...

Tag...your turn!

Hirsute MASTERbater of love

A brilliant peer...I absolutely loved reading what she shared with me...I in turn shared with you...Meet the very finest of Brilliance
So it is said, and so it should be written...k

"I would not expect you to fare better with a surfeit of emotion.  I wouldn't change a thing about you. You're perfect as you are.     

Perhaps you do not pay but profit from Kathryn's experience.  She, must have been a different Kate 16 years ago. If who she is today is a kindred soul than it is only since that first love... Do you hint that he was also Spartan?  Unlikely, but you do make her sound very deep in the burrow.

Love is an interesting study and a state poorly defined.  Were it not gauche to pin championships for such things I would say you'd be in the  Nationals for attributes such as patience, acceptance, openness.... you have the capacity for obsession, craving... Could it be that you are love and it's everyone else is short? (I don't think so, but follow along for sport.)  Love boosts dopamine and Konstantine, aren't you steeped in that?  Didn't we cover this once?  Risk/reward, rough play...  is every act of creation an act of Love? Is destruction not passion? Enough about neurotransmitters let's talk about hormones:  Testosterone.   Had mine tested once (there was some hair that concerned me) turns out it runs quite low but... I am highly responsive to it. Hate to think of what I might grow if it were at a normal level, for a woman.  We might have to stop calling it masturbation and write me off as the whole homunculus. 

Romantic love, the brain and mating. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYfoGTIG7pY. Boring but Fisher, if you haven't already caught her has science on her side and covers off on the decision making that goes in to mating. 

I very much appreciate your observations on love, experiences and lack there of.    If the assessment of your emotional range is correct, I could play a game of brinksmanship that might induce a high state of arousal, but ultimately I'd probably not be able to manipulate you into anything other than an infatuation. Emotion has a range but it isn't it exactly Foucault's pendulum.  Are you prone to other forms of addiction? Drinking, gambling the runner's high... Have you never found yourself in a similar state of rapture with  a woman?  Perhaps one day you'll discover something about the brain cocktail and a why (as in why not you). Or meet with so persistent an infatuation...this talk of vulnerability is persistent. Remind me, Is it your neck on the blade? 

I do hope Ms. A. S. responds to you. Passionate and disconnected. It's elementary really: Fire, Ice and all those lady puddles.  You do like seeing smart women become deeply irrational, over a little thing called love.  You're an artist.  Has it ever struck you as interesting that we treat unhappiness but do not actively seek to induce happiness? There is no class of prescription medication for:  I feel perfectly alright, but I'd like to be over the moon.  Let's fall in love, we'll take Eros's Arrow.  Do you understand this bias?  There are Lyrics running through my head (I have to appreciate my capacity for self stimulation)   

True we becoming more oriented towards the study of health. More inclined to ask what does happiness look like.  (Farther afield: How many people do you think qualify for psychological studies and then base their responses not on the exercise but what they know of the professors work, and what they'd guess he's investigating? Probably not too many.) 
I love you. 
No you don't. 
She does. 
She does not. 
Yes, She Does. 
Why should I believe You?
It's you.
Oh. 
Don't believe her, believe me. 
Have you all had a chance to speak?
No. 
 
Awhile back I read everything I could get my dirty little hands on about D/s. That's a bit of an exaggeration, my hands didn't start off dirty.  Anyway, one of the worst books I read was (try not to throw up) The Loving Dominant.  It was a difficult book to write well and the author largely failed, but it was available digitally before Screw the Roses, Give me the Thorns and Different Loving.   Fantasies are personal and not every woman wants to be tied to the tracks, though if you're planning on it, there may be something to be learn from The Loving Dominant about switching schedules.   I only mention this because the most interesting section was written by the author's wife. She talks about how it is a relationship that, by way of the microcosm of the scene, serves every part of her, maiden, lady and crone (these may not be precisely the categories, but you get the idea, it aligns roughly with transactional analysis).  Women are sold a parcel, True Love, a portion says that her other half fits like injection molding, for all of her many parts...The pack of custom Yous is a wonder, and perfect for someone who will cleave to a well fitted illusion.  

Tell me Konstantine. Can you see how people connect to one another? Feel what passes between them.  Likely it is a delusion that I can see/feel it,  but the other part of that delusion is that there is a blank spot surrounding me.  That I have no connections.    I saw a version of love this weekend that floored me, Like so many fibers, connective tissue grown between them, they had become each other's home and grown a thicket around them and were each in themselves two puzzle pieces made very complicated by life.  Have you ever seen love beyond illusion?  It's a big love. 

I was in love once a long time ago.  It happened after a loss. He became more beautiful for his imperfections.  I was intoxicated by him and in sexual hunger, felt like a wolf, prowling.  The imagery I have for these pas des deux, is like ancestral memory or a Duran Duran song.  

Do your insights on economics rival this Master's Thesis on LUV? If so, the home country needs YOU.  

Have a wonderful evening Konstantine.  I hope you are tripping the light fantastic, with MAS, or getting ornate with Kate."

Imagine if...

Imagine if people cared about their IQ's the way they cared about their weight...we wouldn't be surrounded by a gang of idiots...

The Average IQ of a Human Being is a Ninety-Nine
The Average Male Adult weighs approximately One Hundred and Seventy-Five Pounds (roughly 78 Kilograms). Average Female Adult weighs around One Hundred and Forty-Five Pounds (about 67 Kilograms).

So...would you rather be "Hot" yet Dumb
or
Bright and Ugly? Would that lead to lonesomeness?


P.s. Just in Case
You, or I ....were (was) wondering
I've been reluctantly bored, and for the most part, finding myself continually and needlessly insulted by the handful of women that I have been pursuing. It's easy for me to chuckle at random moments of idiocy...even when directed at me, with intent to Taunt or Dishonor...I can't let the Stupidity of others affect how I feel, and neither should you!

The Lonely Coyote

That is...
A game played by my friends during gym glass back when we were E11even years old...it's a derivative of parent game that Everyone Knows and Loves...
Let me Give you Fi5e clues...
DODGE.DUCK.DIP.DIVE...and DODGE!
That is right everyone
DODGEBALL!
I found a league in a neighboring town...guess what I will be doing this Friday? All interested parties are welcome to join in the Mastery of festivities!
An Awesome display of supremacy and utter dominance!
Not for the squeamish...you wince, wilt, flail...and you'll fail.
You're Out!

What a Beauty Queen shares...

From her soul, she opened a door and exposed a side...she is lovely but shy, not terribly social...yet very insecure...but, all she wants is to be just like everyone else...accepted. I guess, that would be what would make her feel secure...

I've been called many things, by many people...most of whom don't really know me. The one thing that they all Say, which is completely true is...I'm the quiet guy. As quiet as I am, I am fully aware of everything that is happening all round me...as well as....what to anticipate in happening.
Along with being mistakenly labeled as shy, which I am not...it's not that I combust when someone talks to me (there are Plenty of days that I am just not in the mood to mindlessly chit chat...doesn't make me shy), I just prefer quiet.
I have mistaken been called aloof...I don't care! What you call this, me, my behavior...aloof or not, I still keep my ear close to the ground...ready to pounce, when need be...
Call me insecure? I don't think so, insecure means in my mind I am convinced that i am destined to fail. Let me open that vault and show you What my mind does, and that is it will figure out how to succeed! At whatever cost...call "It" my drive, my motivation!
But, along with quiet...I am reserved. I am a loner...I prefer to quietly keep to myself. I observe. I write...and that drives these social butterfly types that I date crazy! They get angry...Angry? With me? Because I like quiet? In my past life, I had my rodeo in the social arena...and I enjoyed it about as much as somewhere in between having my wisdom teeth ripped and getting a bout of hemorrhoids. How is that for shy, aloof, prudish (I can definitely be mistaken for a prude) and insecure? Can I be anti-social? Most definitely, Yes!

When I Look Down into the Pink Abyss

I am No Exorcist...never claimed to be
I am no Prophet or Messiah either...
as a kid, I probably bothered the lunch lady...on purpose
I never wanted to be a Doctor...even when my college adviser
"advised" me to think about a Medical future
Future this! Adviser that!

But I do what I can, for everyone I know...or Don't
Helping feels not only good...but right
I have no qualms...to stop dead in my tracks
and Extend my hand...out to the 'fallen'
But we are all fallen...here to Earth
Where impurity rules the way
Greed.Selfishness.Self-Centered.
The Earth was Flat...and the Universe revolved around Us
Its all here on Earth...for us to see with our own Eyes

To Live?  To Experience?  To Learn?  To Teach?
and then we Die...?

The Record Keeper Says:
We were born pure...by impure people
Raised in their ways...whether we wanted to be, or not
Forced to learn their beliefs and customs...
Sent to their Schools, their Jobs with their uniforms...
In Time, after a full day...
Come to a home with a bed...
Eat...Kiss...Sleep...Fornikate...
Some fall in Love...others don't or can't
But for the most part...it really seems to be
Work...to...Bed...
Two weeks Vacation...Caribbean?
Then there is Christmas...or whatever other Holiday...
A birthday...and the Weekends off...most of the time
Every Single Day...Until it all Stops
Is that The World, That we all Live In?
Is there More?

Many Faces of Love

"People say love is the Best Feeling anyone can experience..

...but someone else tells me...She...

thinks finding a Toilet when experiencing an Episode

of Diarrhea is Better"

Having a small discussion, with a friend that I have not seen in about a decade...for anyone keeping score, that breaks down to approximately Thirty-Six3,600Hundred days...Its been a while buddy, welcome back to New York!  In that time, he had two weddings...to the same lovely woman...A separation.  A Divorce.  Most recently in his life...Defined by a 'new' relationship with a woman Thirt13een years younger then him...
The physical attraction was there, yet her immaturity lead his emotions astray...this past New Years, he had To ground who he is, and admitted to her that beyond physical...there is no other connection...how could he be happy under those conditions?  Three months ago, he comes back to his roots found only in New York...where he realized, its more then physical...

Its a quarter past One, I arrive at The Baiting Hollow Farm Vineyard...for All scorekeepers, that Vineyard is located in Baiting Hollow (the East End of Long Island...New York)...I see two tents set up directly between the tasting room and the Horse stables (this Vineyard uses some of their profits to rescue Horses that are to be 'put down'...Great cause, a significant reason why I patronize them).  Twenty some odd cars litter the gravel periphery of the Horse Stable which is the designated area for parking.  I get greeted by a young fellow as I enter this small farm house, which has been converted to a series of  tasting rooms...Today will have a live Jazz performance...thirty minutes later sitting at a table in the furthest (and quietest) tent, with three tasting glasses in front of me...three more facing my company...We sit, chat and catch up on a decades worth of missed discussions.  A bus pulls up thirty-five women (one of them is wearing a Tiara), ten minutes later a second bus arrives...just as many people get out...it is a busy and musical afternoon.  Random food samplers roving, hovering over our table...meatballs with toothpicks staked through them, swimming in a red gravy.  This local is pleasant for many reasons...from all the young attractive women, nice wine with great weather!!!to the worthwhile company and reconnection.

One interesting topic of discussion...
What is Love, True Love?  My friend truly loves his Ex wife...he wishes her the best, he thinks the world of her family...yet, he still divorced her?  Why?  He lost that physical connection to her...
The loss of his attraction to her...the primary reason behind the purported cause of the termination of his marriage...how can anyone use this as an illustration of Love?
When you place your partner's interest above your own...when you will do, whatever you need to DO, in order to see them happy...Even when your own ideals and philosophies are compromised and/or challenged by your actions...True sacrifice of personal satisfaction, True Love is Nothing without it!
He divorced a woman, whom he had hoped will find happiness somewhere, but he knew he couldn't give all that she needs...he loves her a tremendous amount, but his inability to consummate that physical attraction that she needs to help complete her relationship/connection with him...the Dominant influence by his decision to let her go, lead way so she can go off and find what she deserves...whether she finds what she is looking for, will be a whole separate discussion (may luck favor that path for her)...all in all a multilayer relationship, requires a stable backbone predicated upon a foundation of emotional-physical-psychological connectedness...
Relationships are far from simple, and they require endless amount of work through mutual communication...many facets surround that structure of what a strong relationship holds...but at its core still sits the simplest reason...love...
even if you are looking for a toilet!

Act as if what you Do Makes A Difference, because it does!

"Encouraged people Achieve the Best...
Dominated individuals achieve Second Best...
Neglected souls achieve the Least"

Do something good...for a complete stranger today!
Because everything we do, does matter to someone.

Random Act of Kindness day 2012

Do a Grouch a Favor Part III Titled Sixty-Four

Only from Pakistan...Home of the Mehrgarh culture that roots it's civilization as far back as Nine9000Thousand Years Ago. Since being influenced by Hindu, Persian, Indo-Greek, Islamic, Turco-Mongol, Afghan and Sikh cultures through invasions and/or settlements. Currently boasts the Seventh Largest Military with Nuclear Capabilities (the lone Muslim country with such Technologies). It sits at the Cross Roads...in between South Asia, Central Asia and the Middle East. On a day in which we all should do favors for a Grouch Day...welcome Pakistani readers!

Do a Grouch a Favor Part II

I had an incident involving a deer, no more then I would say three months ago (or so). I was driving to work in the early hours of any day...sunrise was still two hours away. The abandoned darken roads allow me a monopoly of driving Privledges (that I would not Otherwise exercise during busier times of the day). Any how as I was swiftly cruising (never rushing!) down one of these quiet roads, I spotted a white object hidden within the shadowy domain only darkness greets with. As I quickly bared down in its direction, I identified the object as a large deer. I had his attention now. He spun around and furiously charged...heading from a perpendicular angle directly for my car! Luckily having been born with abnormally quick reflexes, and coupled with my cool and calm demeanor...My foot presses aggressively against the gas pedal as I cut my wheel to my right away from the direction the deer was approaching from. My vehicle authoritatively veers onto the shoulder lane, I feel my passenger side wheels capture the murky earth that lined the periphery of the road. I hear a sharp thud just outside my door...
Did I hit the deer that I just tried to avoid a showdown with?
If I did, I would feel guilty in hurting an animal...even if the animal provoked this inadvertent confrontation.
Three minutes later, while parked at work...I inspect my car only to find that my driver side mirror was dinged up...Success, I avoided hitting the deer!
That day, I fixed my mirror the best I could...and every time I sit in my car and capture a glancé at that mirror it reminds of how I almost had myself a fairly unimaginable start to an early morning...
How I dislike Grouchy Animals!

Do a Grouch a Favor Today Part I

A couple having a little fun...
The boyfriend disrobes his willing partner, bounds her, throws her in the back of his car...it's Valentines Day!

They wanted bondage, and they wound up in handcuffs.

A Portland, Ore., couple was arrested on Valentine's Day after cops mistook a bound and naked woman in the back of a car for a crime in progress...calls to the local Police streamed in from the concerned eyes of shoppers from a Portland grocery store, as well as, a few other locations.

Nikolas Alexander Harbar, 31, was only "role-playing" when he allegedly tied up and covered the mouth of his naked girlfriend with duct tape...the willing participant was non other then 26-year-old Stephanie Morgan Pelzner...she was thrown into the back of his Subaru in the early afternoon. But the ill advised ball-and-chain action went awry when cops received calls from many concerned witnesses. The couple thought it would be funny if they drove around to various stores locations in hopes of ascertaining a mass shock effect...Now that is entertainment value!

"Officers continued to check the area, concerned for the welfare of the bound and naked female," the report reads. "The vehicle was spotted ... an officer made contact with a male walking away from the car and noticed a bound and naked female in the back of the car."

Harbar told cops that the two "were just having some fun," and Pelzner confirmed that "she was voluntarily bound and nude." But officers weren't so quick to laugh it off -- After all, they had already sent at least nine patrol cars to look for the sex fiends...I wonder what all those Officers were hoping to find?

"The concern is their actions created a pretty substantial public alarm, to the point where you have a 911 caller saying she's concerned about this person tied up naked in the back of a car," Lt. Robert King, bureau spokesman. "Why would the officers think it was a Valentine's Day thing ... it creates a lot of concern from the public."

Harbar and Pelzner were arrested and charged with Second degree disorderly conduct...booked into the Multnomah County jail...but released later that day. Blah, blah, blah...BuzzKill!

Cops can be such Grouches!!!

My letter to Karney

Consider this entire blog as a forum of personal observation which I translate into an expressive form of art... And seemingly there are many eager eyes waiting to be enthralled with unsuspecting angle and perspectives coupled with my personal take on creativity!
How is that for a Tuesday morning hello?
People restrict their existance within a Box,...I say put whatever wants to belongs in their and all else on the vast surrounding canvas of life.

Karmic Synchronocity

A Year ago...
Today...
On this day, I drove to the home of the woman whom just ended our relationship...which by the way she hates this holiday (for a variety of reasons). I had bought her a barbie, as a valentine's gift. Why a Barbie doll? Because as a child she always wanted one and her mother bought her an ethnic Barbie which only drew the ire of her classmates. She was picked on and her doll was destroyed. Her mother refused to get her another.

So, on valentine's day, 2011...I drove to her home and gave her the doll.
She texted later on that evening and said that, that was an awesome gift...
Maybe I should have driven back...
I didn't...more then likely a mistake on my part.

I saw her one other day since, on her birthday.
I do spend more energy then I should thinking about her
(I shouldn't spend any energy on her....but I do)
I really wish that she hadn't gone through the trouble to burn every possible bridge with me...I guess she really likes living on her island...all that water separating us

Maybe, my behavior...my insistence to communicate and/or reconcile
May come across as a bit aggressive and perhaps even on the immature side
I can't even apologize to her, she refuses contact with me
Two wrongs Never make a right
If only I didn't feel as if I am the recipient of an unjust scenario
Yet again...who ever promised that life is fair?

The Brown Eyed Mystery Questions?

The two of you have brought up a thought that I have often had...but, as you stated...It is personal history. Knowing from where you came From Can and Will lead you as to where you might need to go. History is important, it teaches us from our past mistakes...and now it's up to us, to right those erroneous ways...to dwell on them, will only misguide and compound any confusion within the lite path we are all on...

What did Fiore's sister tell him?

"U Smell sooooooooo BAD that...
you've made:
Right Guard turn left,
Speed Stick slow down
and
Secret obvious and sure.
Confused!!!
ROFL."

His sister is too good to him!

P.s. Mr Handsome Disaster told me
(and everyone else)
"No one can ruin your Life, without your permission"

My Happy Belated Birthday Gift...

I can't say I believe in Angels or Miracles
but something brought me to where I met her

It is a Bizarre feeling...sensing a haunting presence
One that feels so familiar
Yet, The How and Why are so Elusive
The mutual draw, I just knew

From the instant I saw her,
...and trust me, I may not Know much
But I just knew

Her Raven-esque Hair lured me right In
She stood there in her High Heels
Long and Slender physique
Seductive Red Ruffled Shirt
A delicate Milk soft complexion
With A Sparkle of a smile that will brighten the Darkest hour
Breathtakingly Classy...Chic and Sexy
Clamped within this Vixens Grip
Unyielding in its intensity
Raw Unforgiving Mesmerizing Power
I felt victimized by my surrender
Completely Bewitched by her Angelic Voice
Hypnotizing my soul...Charming my very thoughts
Helplessly drawn to his Siren's Tone

Before I knew it (and as already said..I don't know much)
Four hours elapsed
She saw me beckon her with my eyes
She greeted me With her Words
It's as if we were old friends...that hadn't seen each other in some time
Her demure features...
Dark shaded lipstick lined her luscious lips

She touched my hand and her feel was so familiar...
In her tone, I can almost hear
"I knew you'd come, but you surprised me tonight"
For you see, to her she was meeting a Tall, Mysterious gentleman that didn't laugh at her tipsy trollop behavior.

I came here tonight by chance
I came here with Joe
Eighty80%percent of my Saturdays are spent avoiding social atmospheres
But, on the rare occasion that I may be feeling frisky, perhaps marginally social...and that does occur
I do spend my time with Joe
Over the past year and a half
No more then on THREE separate evenings did we Visit the establishment in which I acquainted myself with Ms Scarlet
Luck favored my chances This Past Saturday
A day after my Birthday

She in many ways, was an unexpected belated Birthday Gift!

Just as quickly as she appeared...In the candlelight shade, under the hazy midnight sky
She whisked herself away...

I read her honest Confession

Like a child, knowing their transgression has been identified...and they know that it's only time before they get reprimanded...
Can't bare the wait...she HAD to confess...
She could not hold it IN any longer...nor would she lie about it either
For, she had TO spread this truth...almost looking to be forgiven...
Do you all know???Life is centered around trials that should all be forgiven???
For that is why we are human...

Hi Lucky, I just read your confession. I must say its pleasant to see someone stake their claims to an honest and sensitized state of existence. In other words...you laid it all out there, this is "who I am and I accept myself as is". Everyone needs to make that introspective self search...In General, it's better to be understanding then to force others to understand you. Imagine living in world full of understanding folk. But we live in a place and time whereby we have to toe the line...and if we want to be heard, we almost have a need to sell who we are. Look at me rambling on as if I am Dr Suess.
Long story short...I too have agoraphobia. But my ability to harness my self discipline is tremendous, therefore I do interact in social atmospheres...even though I would rather not too. My Ironic story...I lead a very successful social day.
It is what it is Ms Pickle, just another day with so much left to be said...

This IS a New Day

Make a Fresh Start.Replace all Negativity with Positivity.Think Happy Thoughts.Exercise.Drink Water, lots of it.Fuel your body with healthy foods.Inspire yourself.Create.Laugh.Play.Have fun.Compliment someone, even if you don't know them.Make New Friends.Tell YourSelf that: You are Beautiful, Wonderful and Important.Spread Love.Be Kind=Good Karma.Take Chances.Experience.Live Life!

P.s. Perfection is not when
Two people are Together
but rather when
When the Two are Opposites
and they complete Each Other

It is Better

To light the candle
than to curse the darkness

TGIF

What a way to start my Friday
By pure chance I noticed a gift bag tuck away behind a counter at work
...a counter that I never putz around behind
There was a note protruding fom the side of this gift bag
The disheveled note, written on some sort of four by six index card, had my name in Red Marker...right at The TOP
Now, I am curious
As confused as I may feel
I grab the bag and start to rummage through it
The first item I see is a Granny Smith Apple
love them!
A can of Tuna Fish...the can looks a little old and nicked
A small bag of assorted homemade cookies
A vanilla creme candle
Another small plastic bag with two tea bags and two small plastic containers with a green substance in it
Anyone a Poison taster?
Three cranberry nougats
and
A one and a half ounce can of shaving cream
(I can't remember the last time I fully shaved...could this be a hint?)
....
Ok
Wow, a bit bizarre
and I am still confused
So I pick up the card and read it

the first thing I notice about the card is the several different inks used to write the note

At the Very Top of the card it reads
"thanks for training me" (in black Ink)
The card/letter
Begins
"Dean, (in Red Marker)

(in blue ink) This might possibly be the "oddest" yet most "unique" birthday gifts you received (ever or @ least this year)
Happy Birthday! (in red marker)
(continues with blue ink)
A) A"winning" scratch off worth 2$...paying it Forward so you can get 2$ card worth $2,000, etc...
(in black ink) (already scratched 4 you)
(back to blue ink)
B) Solid white tuna...(for you want to eat healthy)
C) cookies, including "Greek" 2 Ferrero "Rocker ChocalateMy"
(back to black ink) cause you like chocolate

(I now need to flip the card)
(back to blue ink)
E) 2 shots of "wheat grass" & green tea & tea of life (because 4 Energy)
F) German cranberry nougat
(black ink) (cause it's sweet)
(back to blue ink)
G) Fresh sent shaving cream, (when you want close shave to smell good.)
H) A green apple....(B/c an apple a day keep(black ink S) Dr. away)
I) Greek "Evil Eye" (black ink) for good luck
(blue ink) w/ D ick's sport & wine guy super cards
(wish had)
J) Votille candle vanilla (to smell good & light way)

(red marker) :-)
(blue ink with red marker underlining) Olympia
(red marker) THANKS



Thank you very much Olympia, the card was sweet and the thought behind all of that very endearing....thank you very much. This is a wonderful way to start my Friday!

What can you tell me about Crystal?

Well, Ms Santomauro tells Me that when I hear her say these Five Words...I am headed for TROUBLE

First...Fine
This denotes the END of an Argument...and she knows that she is Right. It is also my signal to cease my "discussion" of my point of view.

Next...Nothing
Means I have missed something very important...now I need to worry about it.

Followed by...Go Ahead
Don't be fooled, she is challenging me with a DARE. I have yet to be granted permission, if I am smart (which is not always the case with women), then I won't do what I have been given a "Go Ahead" for

Then...Whatever
Ooooohhhh...Uh Oh! If she tells me to go screw my self, I might understand her better. But I am a man who can be dumb...

Finally...That's Ok
Make no qualms about it, I am indebted to her...and she is going to figure out EXACTLY what I need to do at some very specific point in my life...whether I want too or not, I would be wise to "do" whatever this go ahead nothing thing is...and then all will be fine, thats ok...right?

A Scared Sapphire

In order to Trust...you must have Faith
In your fate...in the chance, the luck that you will be in the right spot at the right time within the right mindset
The Confidence to Accept...with Assured Conviction
To care for...just as much as to feel cared for
Empower with Understanding and Devote with an unwavering Loyalty
Firm with Fondness, yet overwhelm with a Dedicated Love
An affection that no heart can deny, nor any blind mind refuse to feel
The Law of Reciprical Emotional Sharing...
It's every bit as important to feel all the Appreciation that you share!
Plus some...

Everyone Just Loves a Happy Ending

Guess what happens after the police show up and Arrest a spouse due too Domestic Violence?
A Broward County judge has ordered a husband to take his wife out on a date and buy her flowers -- a strangely gentle ruling for a domestic abuse charge.

According to an arrest affidavit cited by NBC Miami, Joseph Bray, 47, and his wife Sonja got into a fight after Bray neglected to wish her a happy birthday. Sonja told police he shoved her and grabbed her neck at their Plantation residence.

At the Tuesday hearing, Judge John Hurley asked the wife about her preferences for a night out on the town and sentenced the husband accordingly.

According to the Sun Sentinel, he ordered Bray to purchase his lovely wife some "flowers and a birthday card, plus take her out to Red Lobster and any bowling alley she wishes." Next step will involve Dr Phil...he seems to make everything better, right?

He also requested that the Brays start seeing a marriage counselor. Read the Sun Sentinel for the judge's complete comments on the light sentencing.

On the other end of the romance spectrum, last year a New York judge ordered a husband and wife to build a literal "divorce wall" in their house to stop the couple's constant feuding. I guess a wall is cheaper then a Divorce?

All things work for the good...yet still reliant on one factor! Love is the Boat that navigates that journey of warmth and comfort...it's nice to know that we are not doing this alone!

Happily Ever After

Zuckerberg (Big Brother) is Watching Everyone

I have issues with trusting the Internet...I just do
I guess that is my hang up, not yours...
Anyhow, Zuckerberg went public for BILLIONS....
Bless the Economics of this World...
I especially Dislike Zuckerberg's creation...too many Bozos with no direction but plenty of Agenda
Again, my hang up...not yours!

Using the Famed "FACEBOOK" can be bad for people with low self-esteem (and a multitude of other issues and factors...but I don't have enough time), a new study suggested...I wonder how quickly they came up with that conclusion?
Canadian researchers found people with low self-esteem deluge their Facebook friends with negative details about their lives, which makes them less likeable.
The findings, published online Feb. 7 in the journal Psychological Science, were unexpected, according to the researchers. (Right)
Many people with low self-esteem are uncomfortable sharing their thoughts and feelings face-to-face, but Facebook enables them to do this remotely, explained study author Amanda Forest, a graduate student at the University of Waterloo, in Ontario.
"We had this idea that Facebook could be a really fantastic place for people to Strengthen their relationships" Forest said in a journal news release.
However, while people with low self-esteem may feel safer making personal disclosures on Facebook, doing so may actually cause them social harm.
"If you're talking to somebody in person and you say something, you might get some indication that they don't like it, that they're sick of hearing your negativity," Forest said.
But when people have a negative reaction to a post on Facebook, they tend to keep it to themselves.
"On Facebook, you don't see most of the reactions," Forest said.

Article by Robert Preidt
and Myself

An Unfolding question...What do you think the Ethics of Sleeping with your own CLONE should be?

Two ways to take this question
Route Numer One
The Literal sense...Now
Overlooking the radical thought...of sleeping with your clone
Because it can be percieved as a bit bizarre...
and
Lets disregard the snag in this equation and that would be having a preference or curiosity to a same sex experience. Assuming that you are fine with that, let's proceed with this proposed debate/discussion. For the Record, I could care less what anyone's personal sexual preferences are...as far as I am concerned, it's none of my business and it shouldn't be yours either (assuming there are no safety concerns involved with these "preferences").
Nonetheless, let's continue!
Personally, a bit boring...no? Having an intimate encounter with yourself? Where is the surprise? There is that certain sense of uninhibited wonder and excitement that a new lover creates...that almost innocent and youthful joy, that Only a sensual Virgin encounter can encompasses. From your initial intimate touch or succulent first kiss...that first passionate experience with a partner instigates A Deep Delving with an insatiable and ravenous urge...almost rage, Culminating into a desirous physical rampage! Just imagine being in a relationship whereby every intimate setting held that much of a Lustful Appetite!!!

Wank Down the Clown Much?

Now, even in asexual situations
(Assuming you have the ability to be introspectively Innovating and stimulating...some folk can be boring enough not to be)
one could and will hold the potential for a more self indulgent encounter through self manipulation via a created/imagined series of sensations feeding a Fantasy...more then likely involving more then a mirror image.
Ok...
Where as when you are physically involved with another lover who so happens to be identical to yourself (aka your clone)...
a certain amount of anticipation for "what will appen next" dies...since there is that existing familiarity.
Unless of course narcissism is a supremely erotic compulsion. I feel corrupted by the idea and prudish for even suggesting such an argument...how can Everyone not feel in this way?

Ethics do not even apply to this discussion...it becomes more an issue of self satisfaction through personal preference...and is that preference...You?
I say, why?
Boring!
Therein lies the factor that kills sex lives between partners...loss of sexual excitement.
Fresh encounters breed new life...now, make it your job to generate that excitement each and every time you see your lover(s)...make it so sensual, so erotic that it is as if it's the first time you've ever touched...
and I bet, they will crave for an infinite clasp within that sense of fury...

Interpretation Number Two...find a lover who is JUST like you
Again, I bet boredom rears its head...
Unless, of course you inject a boundless vigor...insurmountable passion
Focus upon your lover with an undeniable Hunger...A Heated Craze
and
Ignite An Eternal fire that will NEVER die out...

Calling Me Antisocial (should I hyphenate?)

Proves to me, beyond any doubt...
That you hold a poor sense in understanding Moi!

(I need to fulfill my French Quota  for the day!)

I'm not specifically naming anyone with allegations
Nor am I pointing fingers (or mouse...just for the record I use an IPad)
For my record keeping
and Yours,
If you are even bothering to keep Score
I Am Not Anti-Social...I Am SELECTIVELY Social
Thank You Very Much
and if you catch me socializing with you
Kudos to you
Either I like you enough to bug you
or I find you interesting enough to extend a curious exploratory touch...
So, Now you know the score...it's Nice when everyone is a Winner!

What do you see...when you look at a loveless relationship?

Amen Sierra...and just for the record, I'm not even that religious!
Comfort and complacency is the plague that jades the colorless drab...the pondering monotonous happenings in those sort of relationships. When you start taking your mate for granted, is the day that you extinguish that sparkle in your bond. Making the relationship a demoralizing fizzle!
An Uneventful and Unimaginative connection is a sure recipe for emotional distance...
just saying, but that's only me...what do I know?

P.S. I do know someone though
Who's name is Loveless
and Some Days...He certainly
Holds No Love

What is Beautiful?

If you have an Appreciation...
If you know how to love...
If you allow yourself to share...
If you feel free enough to live...
When I hear you sing...
When I feel your touch...
When I see you smile...
When I taste something beyond description...
The fresh scent of anything delightful...
Understanding how lucky You and I are...to experience life!

Sixty63Three is Strategically found

Sitting in between the Atlantc Ocean and Meditterranean Sea with a rigorous Mountain interior protecting the borders...this country has been influenced over time by Arab, Berber, European and African cultures. The name of this country is derived from the name "Marrakesh"...which has Berber roots meaning "Land of the Gods". This country is Well Known for its wildlife Biodiversity...and long considered as one of the Most Diversified Cuisines on the planet. Welcome Readers from the Kingdom of Morocco!

Why Must EVERYTHING Be Perfect?

We insist on the best...
Why?
Nothing else should ever matter...
Because?

It's good to want the best, be the best...
But what if it doesn't happen?

Does second mean failure?
And it no longer counts?

Do you get a Do Over?

Bravo...A point that often goes "ignored" by the senses of society. What I am Implying isn't "settling" on mediocrity, rather be more accepting of flaws and imperfections...accept the unique quirks that everyone has to offer (in other words avoid taking offense to individuality)...and allow yourself the gift of embracing the worlds taints and faults...That, My People is what I see as Truly Perfect.
In order to do so, one MUST...
First, accept and love your own "abnormalities" (what is normal anyways?)...that will be your first step towards accepting others.
Inward love will turn outward!

Dating Sabbatical?

It was on a beautiful spring afternoon in New York that a close friend introduced me to someone she thought would be the perfect man for me. He was creative, successful, soulful, sensual, and single, and he was into me.

I had lived in the city before, with my mother and sister, but now, because I was on my own, I felt like it was a different country. Without the haven of my family, I felt very exposed and unprotected. It was as if I were standing in a house in which the floors had not yet been laid.

A part of me was longing to be embraced by a loving, warm man so that I could feel safe and cherished. I thought that the presence of a man in my life was the only way to feel truly secure. I deeply desired the intimacy, connection, and joy of a relationship, as well as the solid foundation, and I anticipated that within the stable framework of "us," I could start to lay the planks for my new life.

I believed that this man and I could have all that I had dreamed of. Being with him gave me a lot of the things I was looking for, and we began to build what I thought was real intimacy. He was attentive and interesting, strong and seemingly very present, and the warmth of his presence felt like the family I missed. He loved the arts and theater, as well as music, dance, and food. He had an inner depth that called to me powerfully. In his eyes, I felt accepted and beautiful, free to be myself. I felt that he knew me -- really saw me -- and that was the greatest aphrodisiac of all. I started to open my heart and take him in.

One night, I called my mother from his apartment, telling her how happy I was. I said, "Mom, I think he is the one!" I wanted him to be the one -- for me, for her, and for my whole family, who so wanted me to marry. I was pinning a lot of hopes on this man, expecting him to fill the void in me, the part that felt incomplete and feared to be alone. I was already projecting the happily-ever-after. And, my, was I happy! Was I moving in with him in my mind? Yes. Was I decorating our imaginary home? Yes. All of which is to say that I was going about our relationship too fast, and in the wrong way. I kept looking to him to fill the emptiness. I wanted the experience of being significant to a man, so I could feel valued and whole. My fantasies were headed for a collision with reality. Little did I know that this man was deeply wounded from a childhood with a domineering mother and from a bitter divorce, after which he'd directed all his affections toward his young son. Emotionally, he wasn't available at all.

Six months into our relationship, he had a health scare that required surgery. He told me about it one night as we were lying in bed. He suddenly felt vulnerable, out of control, and very frightened. I, of course, wanted to comfort and nurture him.

He had specifically asked me not to go to the hospital with him, so instead I went to his house the day after, bringing food, games, DVDs, and me. We lay together on his bed eating and talking, and he eventually fell asleep in my arms. My heart was wide open, and the feeling was tender, calm, and sweet. That was the moment when, if words had been spoken, I would have said, "I love you." But something stopped me. It was the fear that if I said it, I would scare him and he would leave me.

What happened after he woke up was a classic example of mismatched expectations. He was anticipating a visit from his family, and I knew it was better for him to be alone with them. So I went back to my apartment, where I waited for him to call and ask me to return and spend the night. Instead, he called and said it was better for him to rest by himself. "Of course," I said. "I understand." But the truth was I didn't understand. What went wrong? I asked myself. Why doesn't he want me to be with him?

It took a long time before I realized that I had come up against this man's own closed heart. Perhaps seeing his domineering mother had triggered old fears and hurts. Whatever the reason, when he didn't ask me to come back, I took it personally and felt rejected. If I were to write his script, these are the words he would say to make me understand: I see your love, I feel your love, but truly, darling, right now there is no place in me to receive it.

That was the beginning of the end. I had lost my trust in the relationship. I never talked about my feelings; instead, I chose to withdraw. When I saw him again, something had changed. The connection seemed different, and neither of us knew how to restore it.

In this man, I saw my father and other men I had known who were shut down to love. Was it fear of being controlled? Was it feeling of unworthy or undeserving? Or simply the reluctance to risk feeling pain? It takes a lot of courage to make ourselves vulnerable to love, to keep opening up when every part of us wants to shut down. It takes mutual commitment and a willingness to sacrifice our world as we know it. We had reached a point where we were each unwilling to sacrifice and unable to let the other in.

I had to course-correct. I realized that if I wanted to have a healthy, happy relationship with a man, I had to have more of me intact. I knew how to merge -- that wasn't a problem -- but I didn't really know how to stand on my own solid foundation.

The transformation that took place after that realization was quite amazing. I decided I was going to take a sabbatical from men and pull my energy back to me. Whatever part of me believed that I couldn't feel happy and complete without a man's love was going to come under my care and receive my full attention now.

He and I had one more conversation, in which we both admitted that things had shifted, and we agreed to put some distance between us. After that, with no more distractions, no man, my family far away on the West Coast, I had the space to focus on my life by myself. Having been a caretaker all my life, it was a little strange at the beginning: There was no one to take care of but me.

Have you ever seen one of those Advent calendars that children are given before Christmas? Every day you open a little window that has a picture behind it. It can be magical as you wait to see what will come next. That's how I felt‚ as if I were opening little windows into myself, gaining strength and confidence with each opening. My windows were hiding so many inner riches!

One day I discovered that I could really enjoy being by myself if I had an environment around me that was nurturing and uplifting -- so I began to keep my favorite music playing, music that made me happy. Around the same time, I was looking for an assistant to help me with my work, and I realized I needed to choose someone who was joyful and caring and understood my sensibility. I found a young Argentinean man who made even filing fun. And I found my own rhythm and respected it, so that in the middle of a writing session in my apartment, if my body needed move, I would take myself out for a walk or a spin class. I learned to listen.

Writing my book became my way to top those inner riches. Through the goddesses, I was beginning to see my own gifts: my wisdom, my creativity, my love. I realized I had not said no to having a relationship with a man -- I had said a big YES to myself, and the windows were popping open.

In one of his dialogues, Plato talks about the "divine design" for each of us -- the idea that every person is destined for a task that no one else can accomplish, a path that no one else can take. Writing my first book became, for me, part of that divine design, an it marked the beginning of my new life as a caretaker of my gifts, filling my own cup first so that I could share with others. I copied a quote from Saint Catherine of Siena and kept it on my desk to remind me of the importance of being fully myself: "Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire."

Have you ever taken a break from dating? What did it teach you about yourself?

Blog posting comes courtesy
Agapi Stassinopoulos

If A Woman,

Asks ME A question...
any Question
It's in MY best interests to...
Tell HER the Truth
Why? You ask?
Because...
Chances are
She is asking Me
Since she probably
Already
Knows
The Answer!

Just a warning, in case anyone may need a little direction at a most critical moment in their lives...

P.s.
Life is meant to be explored...
Live
and Explore
When your time is up, leave with No Regrets