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I don't like it cold... Even though when I feel hurt I may act a little distant... But I always like it hot, warm... Cozy, soft, hard, sticky, full of emotion, intense, passionate, obscene, sacred, s*xual, innocent... I love it... In all its ways, shapes and forms...




Hot and Cold
"For this love flowing against the current.
For this love that nobody understands.
At times it knows no bounds
and runs amok in a terrible way.
It drags me around like a river,
going between hot and cold,
but it's yours and its mine,
clear as a moonlit night
with the moon full...
it's worth the difficulties.

And at times it takes me so far
that I find myself where I have never been.
Sometimes I lose myself
and then return in an instant, going between
hot and cold.
This love is yours and mine.

For this love that has no pretensions,
for this love
that scratches and spreads out,
for this love born out of time itself.
For this love
that sometimes I myself don't even understand.
And it plays, just like a child
with the face of a rascal,
a game of cat and mouse.
And at times it shows itself to me naked,
so delicate and pure,
that I can't imagine it being wrong in any way.

And at times it takes me so far
that I find myself where I have never been.
Sometimes I lose myself
and then return in an instant, going between
hot and cold.
This love is yours and mine.

And at times I confuse the heavens
with the earth;
at times I don't know if it's going away or coming back,
between hot and cold...
This love is yours and mine."

P.S. What about other things...
My soup, extremely hot...
My drinking water, extremely cold...
My room, cold...
My bed, warm...
My... Nah, I better stop... Jajajajajajajajajajajajja...
What about yours... Do you like it hot... Do you like it cold... Somewhere in between...

and you create a Tinder account and you begin swiping locally. Your age range is broad. 22 - 55 years old. Who knows, you may get a like from the unexpected. Suddenly..,

You encounter several rather revealing photos of your neighbors very pretty 30ish wife. Her caption is, 'married and bored and I want to discreetly have sex with someone else.'

The correct thing to do is?

No one better than the other....just different.

Not one man or woman without their own flaws.

What makes up our own individuality is how we respond to these imperfections within ourselves and towards others. We choose to be who we are even though we can't control the thoughts and views of others. Look outside the box a bit and have understanding of someone else's reasoning even though you may disagree. Its just a matter of respect towards another human being. Everyone has heart, you, yourself just have to use your own wit about you to find it...and only then will you have peace within yourself to accept an imperfect world and still be smiling.

Be good to eachother...no point in arguing an endless battle that can be won over by no one

Have you ever spared some time just to talk to someone, rushed home just to get to hear his/her voice before he/she goes to bed (let's say you are of different time zones), adjusted your schedule or turned down friends' invites because you'd rather be corresponding with that person then suddenly, you are left hanging in there - he/she just stopped communicating without even telling you why and you don't even remember saying or doing anything offensive at all? Then you just realize he/she started deleting his profile and everything as if someone is after him/her when you were just in the beginning phase and not smothering in any way and just retreated yourself voluntarily? Seriously, guys, what do you think happened?

I didn't and don't have a picture up for a reason just to see how many girls actually do go for looks and f*ck me it's no wonder there still single

The spring equinox was on the 20th, our clocks sprang forward today and the sun is shining. Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the birdies is?

This always feels far more the start of the year to me than the first of January. So what am I going to do with this year?

Resolutions:

1) spend more time in real life than on CS.
2) grow up
3) (insert resolution here)



And for those who celebrate it - happy Easter

When we get involved with someone we graft them onto ourselves. Ripping that graft away is not only painful, it leaves scars. I hate pain!and I don’t want scars.

Choice one: instantly apply a new relationship, like a transplant, and hope it takes

Choice two: go cold turkey, and build solid scar tissue so it is almost impossible for anyone new to break through and hurt you again.

Choice three: is like breaking a nail down to the quick, you press it hastily back into place until the nail grows, or the quick stops being so sensitive! Either the original bloke, or a friendly alternative - eventually the wound heals cleanly and you can peel away the scab and be left without a mark.

I'm currently in healing mode. I tried to hastily find someone new, but yikes there aren’t many suitable transplants out there, and I am hellish picky. Choice two: I hate pain and I don’t want scars. Currently lucky enough to have the third option, which is always my preferred way, but I’m starting to worry that it is definitely taking longer for the scab to form! After all, he's looking for someone too. Tick tock.

So - look at your scars and tell me. Which is the best?

Hey! Yes you… the fella who moved from 69 to 88; I thought I found a perfect partner for you… and then I realized you’re not Italian. But you have that Italian look and we can still save the day if you are willing to relocate to Italy even if it is just for a while.

This gal is hell bent on a tall, dark and handsome Italian guy and she has been searching for years now; just as desperate as you. You’re already tall and dark and with a new pic we can get you to some degree of handsome as well.

The Italian part is a bit problematic but there are many booklets teaching Italian phrases and you do really have an Italian look. She is South-African, cannot speak Italian and won’t even catch on that you only know a few phrases. And to sweeten the deal you can tell her that your father is a Count of some sorts. She very status aware. This will go easier than what I thought.

Hooking up with her is going to be just as easy. All you need to do is walk by and pinch her on the bum in true Italian style. She’ll love it and you will live happily after.

When I think of it, you are a perfect match. You’re both weird and both have the tendency to ask the same question over and over.

Ah, I better prep you for the most important question that she may ask. Tell her that you will inherit the title of Count but your father is planning to wear the 'o' round his neck into his grave..

And then I have the perfect escape route for you if your union turns sour. Just tell her that Catfoot is your best friend and that he’s coming to visit for six weeks. I can guarantee that she’ll leave before the next day.

If you’re interested, let me know so I can point you in the right direction.


I’m doing it here because the two of you have another common trait. Neither of you seem to read the comments on your own blogs.

The contents of this blog is purely fictional and a figment of my imagination. Any resemblance to anybody, dead or alive, is absolutely incidental.

Weddings cost a fortune in any country...

So if you get married again would you

1.... Have all the bells and whistles

2.... A privet small wedding

3.... Go to a magistrate office and use money for honeymoon

This is for fun.....