How many things in life… my life, are easily broken when not handled with care.
Of all the baseless, nonsensical, overly-shared thought processes out there, this one has taken the pancake this morning.
Though there’s been a little drama, a little turbulence, a brother lost to cancer (fuck cancer) & I’m about 99.8% sure my penis is shrinking; it wasn’t a terrible year.
From absentee fathers to absentee husbands, we as men have led women to believe that they neither want or need us around anymore.
I’ve never wanted to be one of those divorced assholes who discourage single folks from getting married. Just because shit didn’t work out for me doesnt mean it won’t work for others.
Women stop lying to yourselves and to men. If you meet a new guy and wanna tell him about your past, tell him the truth. I’m almost certain he will still throw you some D at the very least.
Women have a cool name for it. They’re COUGARS when they’re post middle-aged but prey on or prefer young 20-something year old men. However, men my age and older who would like to keep a PYT are labeled as, ‘creepy’, ‘Chester’, ‘gross’, and sometimes just “Ewl”.
…for you people who DO utilize social media. For whatever reason it may be. Be it networking, spying on your children, job-searching, spying on family, dating, spying on your coworkers, generally being social, spying on your husband or wife, gaming, spying on ex-lovers, researching, spying on your current lover, standard public-figure stalking, or just passing the time…
My blog, much like the rest of my unbriddled honesty gets me into more trouble than anything. So, I guess that pretty much makes me somewhat of a glutton for punishment as people say.
If I had a story for every time a woman told me she wasn’t looking for a hookup, but gave up some ass on the first date anyway… Wait…