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My boyfriend and I had a petty fight on Valentine's day. And haven't talked since. I don't know how it became a fight actually. I told him I was kind of disappointed about the day, he told me "thank you for ruining Valentine's."

I got speechless. I didnt know what yo say because I suddenly got frustrated. It probably was fault for expecting something. I know that he has a lot on his plate right now. But I wasn't expecting anything elaborate. He knows me and that I like simple things. Come on.. I'm still a girl. I want something special on a special day. Not just a distracted "happy valentines day baby" reply.

What hurts me more is that he's ignoring me now. Wth! What is ignoring ech other for days going to resolve? And now, here I am, complaining about it here because I can't rant about it on social media, because my family follows me there abd they're nosy. And I'm oceans away from my friends. Or booze!

Some strawberry Ice cream for me please!

Dear ladies, let me introduce myself
I am ” wanker” the womanizer
I am your common indifferent communist
A gentle man in disguise
A supernatural, using the power of infatuation and deception
I am sure you heard about me
I am a scam artist

What is my motive you might wonder?
I wish for you to understand.. Is it not just sex
Or my desperate need for you to need me

Listen ladies, even if you think
I am a pathetic narcissist, trying to hide many of my insecurities
Dare to say, you are not in love with me?

My charm, my charisma, I am the healer!
Do you lack a father figure, insomniac or down in the gutter
A hopeless romantic, paralyzed with love
Ignorant, submissive, feeling unworthy with no self-respect
Financially broke or a successful career lady with hopes and dreams
Playing hard to get.. trust me I will never empower you

Seriously, I am the man who claims all women the same!
I will play you, like a fool
I will steal your soul and feed on your fear of me leaving you
You are addicted, but do not forget my love,
I love all women and I do not differentiate


I believe that the older I get the better the encounters
Big or small, old or young, there is no right woman for me
I do not care; I do not feel the need to belong

Apologies ladies, try to understand
Years back, I have promised myself to be free
I am a changed man I claim, but why I want to remain empty?

You idolize me although I know I am not your saver
I will gun you down but I kiss you so deeply
I am a metaphor for what you want in a man or not
Dare to tell me I am wrong
We are supposed to be friends
I am who I am
A womanizer by choice, not nature


Is this really me ?...

This is Monday’s blog. Do not open it until then. I will not be back until Tuesday, so I’m posting it now.

Of course, it would be wishful thinking to believe that you will not open it. In fact, I was depending on your inquisitive human nature to open it. Remember Pandora and her confounded box? Those Greek gods knew that she would open it.

But talking about Greek gods, when I was young, my ex-wife (then still my wife) used to say I look like a Greek god. The last time I saw her (about a year ago), she looked at me and said: “My God, you look like a Greek!” I guess if I was Apollo then, I’m Hades now.

But I’m not the only one that has changed. What about my Roman Italian goddess? If ever I adored a woman, it was Sophia Loren. I think I was in love with her at some stage. She turned 81 last year. I wonder what she looks like now. She always looked 20 years younger than her age.
Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.

Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief that she is beautiful.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
Sophia Loren.

Still as beautiful as ever and I'm in love all over.

Last night I met a most extraordinary woman. When she entered the room, she caught my attention like nothing before and I daresay that she had that effect on more than just me.

And believe me; it had nothing to do with her dress code . We purposely hold these meetings as early as possible. She arrived in the uniform worn by the admin staff of a nearby hospital, but she looked as fresh as if she just stepped out a shower; certainly not like somebody who had just worked an eight hour shift.

It was our monthly neighborhood watch meeting and in the absence of my brother-in-law who is in hospital recovering after surgery, I acted as host. She was the only stranger in the room. I sauntered across to introduce myself and quickly learned that they have just moved into the neighborhood a few days earlier.

I’d say about fifty, light brown hair starting to gray slightly, not exactly the prettiest woman around, though far from ugly. Maybe a centimeter taller than yours truly but take away the high heeled shoes and she’d be what I consider the perfect length. She was about seven or eight kilos heavier than what I would have liked. To put it in a nutshell, nothing out of the ordinary and another woman just like her would not have gotten a second look.

But boy, did she radiate an aura. Her presence filled the room. And only then I noticed the man dangling by her side.

She continued to impress me during the meeting. The few questions that she asked were concise and to the point. And though she spoke softly, she could be heard by all. Her voice was probably her greatest asset, next to that aura I spoke about.

Afterwards I realized that, other than greeting, her husband did not open his mouth once during the entire evening, so it is pretty clear to me who’s the boss in that household, but what is it that makes an ordinary woman into something so extraordinary, even before she had opened her mouth?

Hurray!! It is Friday! Enjoy the weekend.

Hi I am Mahesh 23 yrs old. I am here from last one month but still single because in this site mostly all girls are almost elder than me and I think they are not interested in me..
So if there is any girl or lady who can like me or be my friend please massage me..

A Lot Going On Here

After seeing Marilyn Monroe in ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’ as a child, I have always assumed that Monroe, who arrived in Hollywood as a brunette, was the original dumb blond. But a little research revealed that that honor – or dishonor, if you wish – belongs to somebody who lived two centuries earlier.

Rosalie Duthe, a famous fair-headed ballet dancer and popular escort to French royals and other elite, was also beautiful and slow-witted. She was not a good conversationalist and was known for long vacant pauses during conversations. I could not help to wonder why she was such a popular escort if not for the interesting conversations. So I dug a little deeper.


This extraordinary woman bedded at least two kings and was the mistress of the wealthy English financier George Wyndham, 3rd Earl of Egremont (1751–1837), whom she financially ruined.

In an incident around 1788, Louis Philippe II, Duke of Orleans, presented Duthé to his fifteen-year-old son Philippe (later King Louis Philippe I) to ‘learn the facts of life’.

She was often seen in Philippe's royal carriage on the Champs-Élysées. As only princes normally rode in royal carriages, some young aristocrats started singing a popular tune using lyrics that roughly translated to ‘La Duthé must have suckled royally’ and very soon dumb blond jokes became the latest craze in Paris.

So there you are; you don’t need brains to be famous.


I wish you all a very good day!

I’m not very clued up on the female anatomy and I need some help to clarify two female terms.

Some time ago there was a shoot-out between the police and would-be bank robbers in town. A female police office was wounded. The newspaper reported on her condition, and I quote: “She is in intensive care but the bullet has not been removed from her yet.” The next day the paper did a follow up on her condition. I quote again: “She is in a stable condition and the bullet has been removed from her now.”

This confused me. The two statements seem to contradict each other. Why did they remove the bullet from her NOW if she was shot in her YET?

I called the reporter on the day that the first report was published and asked her where a woman’s YET is located. She probably suffered from PMS because she hanged the phone up on me. Women!

I did not see my way open to call her again the next day when she did the second report.

But being bright as I am, I solved half the mystery by logic deduction. I reasoned that if she was shot in her YET, the bullet had to go through it to embed itself in her NOW. From this I derived that these two organs or body parts must be in close proximity to each other and, as I don’t have such organs, I can only assume that it must be female organs or at least something hidden under her dress.

But I still don’t know where is a woman’s YET or her NOW. If somebody can enlighten me, I’d be very grateful.


Have a wonderful weekend.

Or so they say, paraphrased. But being handy as a man, and as a member of the mightier sex, continues to fascinate and to draw, it seems. Women sometimes even specify it on profiles. As many handy males will understand, there's a special brand of anxiety induced whenever we Y chromosome sorts enter a traditionally masculine environment, where interactions formerly involved the technologically more savvy sex, but in today's PC world, we may sometimes have to face a little girlie. Case in point, yesterday, while helping a lady friend replace a low beam drive lamp on her Honda Pilot, the wench at the parts counter got me the wrong part. Sadly, not the only such vexation. A bit into the PITA job, I had to return, this time insisting on help from a member of the smarter gender of the race. And here in blogs, we sometimes read how bemoaned is the emasculation of Western males, vis a' vis the putative hardier brand of mates from down under, mostly drunken knuckle draggers themselves, when the driving force behind the alleged neutering were the females themselves. Quaint, disturbing, disingenuous and rather rich. The AH man Dooser.

i dont get it she wanted me to get back in to the drama affter i told her i was done with the drama she blokes me really but she says o we can be friends it this how friend acts realy i just dont get it