Who is this guy?
Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Labels: dancing, entertainment, Europeans, muscular men, technoviking, white men

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Nevermore: Reading Erotic Thrillers and Romance Novels
Wednesday, June 18, 2008


Three years ago I stopped reading fiction.

Currently, I read a lot of blogs regarding business, personal relationships, health, technical and political stuff. I still browse business magazines, general non-fiction covering money or societal issues, and technical issues to brush up my rusty or decaying programming skills.

However, I can no longer read any of my old favorites: erotic thrillers and romance novels. I truly was an avid book reader. I used to read half-a-dozen books a week. I'd read science fiction to horror novels. I couldn't walk past a bookstore without picking up the latest pulp about a Raven-Haired or Auburn-Haired Damsel during the Regency Era.

Nowadays, I walk past the bookstore. Even if I do go in to browse, I walk past the romance section. It's like an ex-friend I pretend I never knew.

I've fallen out of love with love stories.

I really can't fathom the cause of this. I just went cold turkey one day. Perhaps I'm tired of suspending my disbelief, or I'm just tired of reading situations that no longer interest me. I used to love immersing myself in the world of a young woman going out west to meet her dusty, crusty, taciturn, yet hot! rancher husband for the first time.

It used to be nice to get lost in that fantasy world.

Today, I can't get interested, because I have too many pressing personal issues.

I doubt I'll ever pick up any of these books again. Movies and television shows may be next.

Labels: erotic thrillers, reading, romance novels

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the blind date special
Monday, May 26, 2008



I rarely write about the "race" of the men I date. I don't consider it worth mentioning. I mean, what should I get for that - a cookie or something? I was reading another blog and a post asked, What was your best date?

It's always easiest to remember the worse things than the best. It's a bad habit, so I've decided to keep the good things in mind.

I don't score blind or well known dates, anymore than I grade men on their "performance." Raise your eyebrows.

I go by whether I want to see a guy again, or not. Since most dates are blind, I wont know what I want until I've seen a man more than once. Sometimes he doesn't want to see me again, so it's no big loss on either side.

That's what I get for being ambivalent.

My most enjoyable "blind date" was with an Indian (South Asian) guy who took me salsa dancing.

I have two left feet. No one believes me when I tell them this because all black people have "rhythm." Only after I've mashed their feet a few times, do they understand what I mean. I don't know any dance steps. I can't even recall the bus stop.

He was a former dance instructor, and the third best looking guy I ever went out with. The other two best looking guys were: 1) an Indian 2) a white guy. It just happens that way. This guy also had the best body. He worked out at the gym quite a bit.

We went to the salsa club, and he taught me dance steps. We moved slowly while people around us twirled and spun like tops. I had a blast. Although I don't know dance steps, I love to dance.

He was a sweet guy too.

Labels: Asian, black female, black women, blind date, dancing, dating, Indian, muscular men, salsa

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Sex in the City and Mr. Big
Monday, April 28, 2008

I was watching a couple of film previews, and lo-and-behold Sex in the City was one of them. Wasn't this film supposed to appear a few years back? I gotta admit: the entire preview annoyed me. I don't think it left much to see of the movie when it debuts.

Although I may have seen an episode or so, but the overall premise of this show always got on my nerves. The lame sex and relationship escapades of four unattractive (excluding Kristin Davis) fashion and beauty obsessed, shallow, middle-aged, white women never did it for me.

The reason is simple: not only do I not believe it, I don't give a damn.

Outside of shows like Seinfeld, the single in the city - search for a mate - story lines are lame. I hated Friends. It was like watching siblings and first cousins switch partners every other year. Nauseating.

Look, in real life Mr. Big, the handsome, hot and sexy Peter Noth loves chocolate (sistas). That is reality to me. That, to me, is the sign of a real man with good taste. A story about a hunk like him with a black woman would be infinitely more interesting.

These comments are not about Sarah Jessica Parker: I like her as an actress. However, in my eyes, she's just not the kind of woman I see as capable of pulling in foine looking men. Sorry.

Have I seen her movies? Sure. I like her. She's a great comedienne. But as a sexy femme fatal or what-have-you? No.

Maybe, when there's a Sex in the City starring black women - I don't mean a Flavor of Love-type-of-shit - I'll watch. I can guarantee that that would be a million times more interesting.

Despite the stereotypes the white writers and audience members have about black women: our lives are interesting too.

Labels: black women, Friends, Kristin Davis, Peter Noth, Sarah Jessica Parker, Seinfeld, Sex in the City, white men, white women

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Lust Is a Marvelous Thing
Wednesday, April 23, 2008



I don't have any problem with lust. I think it's an important component in female to male attraction. I've lusted over a number of men in the past. I love guys that look like Adam Rodriguez (CSI Miami). And if I like his smell, then I'm totally besotted.

Unfortunately, it doesn't last for long, maybe three months at most.

Lust: taste's great, but less filling.

Labels: Adam Rodriguez, CSI Miami, lust

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Distracted by Big Hands
Tuesday, April 15, 2008


I've a slight fetish for men's hands. I'm always looking at the length of fingers and the breadth of hands. I like steeple formation in finger length as opposed to uniform length. I don't like nail bitters. I find long nails creepy and unhygienic.

I've got a weakness for hand shovel, baseball glove, sized hands.

I'm not gonna lie: I think it is hot, especially when his palm could swallow both of my hands.

I remember this guy putting my hand in his and saying: "Wow, your hands are so small." Ohhhh, ahhhh. That was such a turn-on!

I luv big hands.

Labels: big hands

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Self-Improvement for Love
Saturday, April 5, 2008

Hot Ass Mess vs. Brown Skinned Hotness

I am a very fixed personality. There will always be superficial changes, but I know I stay the same. I know I clean up well. I can transform from a four-eyed geek who loves sweat pants, sneakers and head scarves into a plunging neckline, tight fitted skirt, 2 inch heeled, no eyeglasses, makeup wearing, brown skinned hotness.

I can do all the stuff required to look "hot." I just don't feel like making myself that enhanced to attract a man. (I am heterosexual.)

Why? Frankly, I'm just lazy about it. Plus obstinate to boot.

I'm not saying I walk around in public looking a hot ass mess. It's just that I prefer to be comfortable over looking cute. There was a time, way way back when, in my short life, I effortlessly wore clothes that screamed "look at me!" "look at my ass!" "look at my chest!"

Oh yeah, I got the attention I wanted. It successfully frightened the daylights out of me. I have been gun shy ever since. To me if that means I miss out being pursued (and groped) by overly attentive men (teenagers to senior citizens), then that's fine by me.

Some women relish that kind of attention. I'm not one of them.

My ego doesn't require it.

I save my biggest smile for guys who decide to talk to me when I am wearing comfortable clothes. That's a relaxed me they've reached, I'm happy to talk to them.

If there's a special occasion, I certainly will make the effort.

My pet peeves

Just now, I was in the store and this guy - a big white guy - is wearing football gear. I can smell him. I mean it's fresh sweat, but it's not attractive. Some men, I like the smell, but he was definitely not one of them. That odor of spoiled milk just ain't right. I wanted to tell him to bathe, but he was a really big guy buying a large amount of food (roast beef). I know what kind of mood men can get into when they're hungry.

Here's the thing: if a woman looks hot, you know this sweaty beef eater would feel he looks acceptable enough to talk to her. Nuts. And yeah, he was running his mouth at some woman with kids. I refer back to the food issue, he was checking if she was done with her order.

Self-Improvement for Love

I don't give a skat how many books are out there claiming to help women search for a man. They are a waste of time. You are you. I don't care how many times you try to change; wherever you go, there you are.

Habits are the essence of who we are. If you can change those, that's fine, but don't be surprised if you are always doing something similar. We are animals built out of routines, habits and deeply dug into what is familiar. I honestly don't think that's a bad thing. The self-improvement industry needs to sell books, so of course their spiel is: you're not perfect, so fix the mess that is you.

I look at it this way: I'll take him as he is, if he does the same for me, because perfect people don't exist.

Labels: brown skinned hotness, hot ass mess, manners, men, perfection, relationships, women

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