Finally a man gets a glimpse of what its like to date here in Atlanta. WELCOME TO OUR WORLD!! This particular guy I must admit was young, but he’s already off to a bad start terrorizing innocent women…..lol. Here’s the story by Stuart McDonald. Enjoy!

I love my sister. I do. Tonight she texts me to tell me that a guy was hitting on her at work. He asked for her number, and she gave him mine, telling him it was hers. He said he’s text her (really me, but he didn’t know) later. The following is our exchange. (I spent so much time laughing at this, I can’t even tell you! It’s absolutely hilarious and completely atrocious that men think this is acceptable! Enjoy! By: Stuart McDonald

(I’ve tried to censor out some of his inappropriate language, but you can still tell what he said.)

A friend of mine just recently ended a 3 year relationship with a man she had no idea was married. Yea, I’m sure you’re thinking, ”How the hell she didn’t know he was married?”, but in all actuality this guy played Jedi mind tricks with her. And when he did eventually tell her he was married, he did the famous, “I’m leaving her soon so you and I can be together!” line which us women know is false. So unsurprisingly, HE didn’t leave his wife. Now we have his wife calling, e-mailing, and texting her all sorts of things to get the full story of HER husbands affair. My friend pretty much had enough of the BS and got Tiger Woods on his a$$ by threatening THE CHEATER that she would spill the beans if he didn’t payoff off her debt of close to 15K….lol. Do you know this silly dude is depositing $1300 a month in her account every month and still trying to holla….lol. Married Single Men in Atlanta are just retarded. I could never do such a thing, but when you’re trying to be a good girl loving someone innocently, and they treat you like this?… I dayum near don’t blame her.

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Winner of the Tony Award as Best Play, this theatrical Valentine is a 35 year chronicle of a husband and wife beginning on their wedding night in 1890. They fret and quarrel, laugh and cry and make love in the same room in which they began their married life. And through the years is the old four poster, a silent witness to all their memories.

Click  Here for more info: The Fourposter

As women, I think we constantly brain wrestle with ourselves when it comes to dating. Saying  “I’m not going to call him if he doesn’t do this or that, or since he said this, that means that.” In all actuality, I really feel like the person you’re supposed to be with shouldn’t come with all these conniving rules and regulations. You shouldn’t have to trick him into being with you. Just like in the movie “He’s Just Not That Into You” we set up reasons or matters of why men do what they do to make ourselves feel better or to keep the hope of HIM being “The One”. We possibly could be doing this not realizing that we are making an excuse for bad behavior or not acknowledging that he’s just not that into you. I feel that if a man is into you, no matter his situation, he will make it work or at least take the time to get to know you. Men are pretty simple fortunately. They say and do what they mean.

Played Bunco with the ladies last night. Never played before, but it’s definitely something I would love to implement into my night life. I loved the camaraderie of women gathering together once a month having girl talk in the mist of a dice game. We all brought $5 to contribute to the pot of gold for the winner and snacks/drinks.  I enjoyed listening to their stories of their dating life which made it a relief to know that I’m not alone. We talked about everything from the problems of having a guy best friend to what our ideal mate is. I think I finally understand what the whole “Girls Night” is. I love it. =)

Summary

• There are six rounds in each set of Bunco. The bell signals the beginning and the end of each round.
• Players earn points by rolling three dice. In each round, players are trying to roll the same number as the number of the round (for example, rolling
  in Round 3). One point is awarded for each number rolled that matches the round number. A player continues rolling until no points are scored. The scorekeeper records this score on the table tally as the temporary team score. The dice then pass to the player on the left. The round is over when the Head Table reaches 21 points.
• Players change partners at the end of each round.  The player with the most BUNCOs, wins, losses, etc, at the end wins. Normally, two to four sets are played at a time.

-Dice Game Depot

My girlfriend described the perfect man that any decent woman would want. This particular man was even ready to settle down and have children. Now that’s a shocker statement, especially coming from a man living in Atlanta. One thing though. His breathe stank! She described it as hot garbage. OUCH! Funny thing, he kept trying to kiss her. Due to his circumstance, she no longer wanted to date him, but wondered if she should at least tell him? That was tricky. I mean, personally I wouldn’t want to continue walking around with stinky breathe. I’d like for someone to tell me though it might hurt my feelings. Since she was no longer interested, she was going to forget about it or send him a text. A text? Still not sure… What would you do?

The Escort Game

While talking to a friend this past weekend, she told me about a game she suggested to the guy she was seeing called The Escort Game. The gist of the game was her role playing being an escort and letting HIM have his way with her. Yea.. I know it sounds sleazy and raunchy to even think about calling yourself an escort, but HE loved it. Just pretend he’s Client #9 and give yourself a code name.

So if you’re looking to spice up the bedroom life in a way HE’LL definitely enjoy, try The Escort Game. We all know you’re not a whore. =)

Earlier today, I had a quick google chat with a friend of mine whose friend said, “No one should be single nowadays because of the internet and stuff.”

What do you mean? I don’t necessarily agree with that. Sure with the internet, you are able to schedule ALOT more dates, weed out nonsense, and get to the point quicker. In a sense though, I think that’s why a lot more people are single. With today’s technology, you can’t get away with anything anymore without somebody posting something on some social networking site. Unfortunately, nowadays it’s nothing to hear about someone getting a divorce over a MySpace page.

Instead of doing the old school conventional methods of catching someone in a lie or cheating, just check their Facebook page or any other social networking site and you’re likely to see pics, who they talked to all day, where they went, who they went with, etc.

Sometimes I wish we could go back to the old ways of doing things while dating i.e. a phone call to schedule a date and not a TEXT MESSAGE! I CAN’T STAND PEOPLE WHO TRY TO CONDUCT A WHOLE CONVERSATION VIA TEXT! I’m way to grown for that. People need to learn to text on a “need to know” basis.

Anyways, have fun dating in the new millennium!

Yesterday I was having dinner with some people who had no idea I was a dating blogger. One gentleman said something that has always peaked my interest. He started talking about the crazy women he’s dated. I’m always confused on what “crazy” is? What do men think is crazy? I mean, personally I don’t think its “crazy” for a women to call you 4-5x repeatedly after not hearing from you in months when you both have spent every day with each other for the last 6 months. The disappearing acts syndrome drives me absolutely CRAZY! Usually the disappearing act consists of the man being married, getting back with his ex-girlfriend, or just randomly moved on without letting you know. Weird, I know.  I can understand being called crazy if the repetitive phone calls are followed with the “I’m coming over there right now with my girlfriends to teach you a lesson!”…lol. Then that’s different.

But I think in relationships, we tend to write people off as crazy to quickly these days not realizing that another human being has invested emotions in what she/he thought was a relationship. People aren’t robots.

Dear Brother,

I’ll start with the obvious. I love you. I love all of you, down to the sweat on your brow when the sun beats your brown skin. You are beautiful beyond words. However, sometimes I question if I am just as beautiful to you.

I often wonder if I am to be your Saartjie “Sarah” Baartman, a Khoikhoi woman of southwestern Africa who was paraded around as a sideshow attraction because of her abundant assets. In 19th century Europe, Saartjie was marveled at not for her beauty, but for her prominent posterior. I lock in images of black, female beauty on my television and in urban magazines, and note how Sarah’s cage has transformed into a broad range of media outlets, making the ogling audience larger in scale.

I’m not blaming you for the world objectifying us. I’m blaming you for allowing this continuous objectification go on without more opposition from you. From the plantation to the present fields, we have been taken advantage of. Our bodies have been showcased as a commodity. Master is still raping us, and many of you are simply sitting outside of the room. Brother, we still need you to be our protectors. In spite of the loud “independent woman” movement and the advancements of women’s rights, I need you to know that the importance of your presence has not become obsolete.

While we stand strong and walk beside you, we also take comfort in knowing that your shoulder is there for us to lean on.

Your shoulders can more than handle our weight. I know this because many of you bare so much. Even in 2009, having a president who shares your color and experience has not taken away your burdens. The prisons still hold a disproportionate number of you. Cynical eyes still follow you as you handle your day-to-day. Employers consider your skin as closely as they do your resume. And people are still surprised when they find how intelligent and articulate you are.

I’m not ever shocked by your beauty, talent and intellect. You were born with the most impressive characteristics. Being dope is your birthright. As the offspring of kings, it’s your fate to be incredible. I’m just not always sure that all of you value or recognize your worth. Some of you become swept up in a cycle of mediocrity. I’m writing this letter to tell you, just as harshly as I am sweetly, you are better than your circumstances and what the majority expects of you.

You are expected to walk away from your babies, mistreat your women, and laze around while the world whips by. You are even given undue praise when you stand up to be fathers and when you elude the prison system. This has given you the misconception that being responsible is synonymous with going above and beyond. I will not give standing ovations for what should be a given. You must do more. We need you all as our community leaders, our teachers and our mentors.

We need your support, tolerance, love and respect. We need you to stop encouraging women to serve as dangerous images that your daughters will admire. In the plain words of Cheryl ‘Salt’ James,”We follow your lead.”

We twirl our sex batons in video flesh parades
Trying to complete you with desperate sexcapades
We follow your lead
We want to respect you, never want to hurt you
We’ll give you our bodies but we’d rather give you our virtue.

Brothers, understand that you still set the tone for the future of our community. Take your seat at the thrones in which you all belong and treat us as your queens. Claim your rightful place and I will have your back.

Love,
Ain HD

http://ainhd.blogspot.com/