On Second Thought, Super-Size That Order…PLEASE!

Oh well, I guess someone has to. Good luck with that. Personally, I don’t have the capacity to be some awkward dude’s crash test dummy nor am I a fan of mini cupcakes nor cocktail wieners.

And trust me, Mini Wang and doggy-style DOES.NOT.WORK!! Trust me, I’ve tried it more times than I care to remember and I’m not a fan of faking orgasms! I’m a great actress when need be but I think I’ve lost my ability to do so.

However, if you can suck on and enjoy a Tic-Tac, going down on MW shouldn’t present a problem for either party.

Seriously, I realize we all have varied sexual preferences but I can’t imagine having a pleasurable sexual experience using minimal equipment, foreplay be damned.

The.End!

Why I Prefer Small Penises!

Ignorance is Bliss Only While in a Coma…

In some instances, it’s OK to be in denial about certain things whether it be your age, dress size, income, “success”, and in my unfortunate experiences, both penis size and sexual prowess. I digress…

It is NOT, however, a good practice to be in denial about life. It’s the biggest set-up for failure and disappointment but it’s also fairly easy to avoid.

Trust that voice inside your head, even when it’s telling you the opposite of what you’d like to hear. And don’t expect people to always be who you want them to be or who they’ve represented themselves to be. Or as my filter-free Grandma used to say “If it smells like shit, it probably is!” Stand clear!

Problem? What “problem”?

Have you ever heard a song or watched a music video that is so hot it made you want to rip off your clothes and go do that annoyingly weird yet penis-wielding neighbor you’d normally want to douse in napalm?

…I just did! Oh.my.word!

The (Second) Best Part of Waking Up

I’m finding that even a hardened non-believer, albeit admittedly crunchy, granola corporate hippie like myself can genuinely benefit from a few minutes of daily solitude.

Instead of being peeved at awakening so early on my day off, I find myself in a calm, almost giddy state of peace. My mind feels free of worry and anxiety and fear. I quite rather like it…and I want more.

“Begin By Letting Go” – Etherwood

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Pretend less, read more

The History Woman's Blog

Since being a nerd has become cool I don’t like it any more. Big glasses are no longer the indicator of a visual impairment caused by too much reading, and pasty skin is less likely caused by long hours spent in libraries, archives or labs. It’s more likely the result of an overpriced holiday in Finland and cleverly applied make-up.

It is now socially acceptable, even hip, to be seen sitting by yourself in a murky café reading Camus. It is even more so if you’re wearing a baggy jumper you found in a charity shop, while frantically scribbling notes into your Moleskin notebook or are indeed staring into your MacBook. Not even questionable personal hygiene or unkempt hair are a safe indicator that the person next to you is a borderline genius.

On the other hand, real nerds are now heading to the gym to fight the pen pusher’s…

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Secrets

The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same. (aka, It’s Not Them, It’s Definitely YOU)!

One thing I am proud of is that I truly do learn from my mistakes. However, in the Dude Due-Diligence Department, I am still in need of fine-tuning my “craydar”.

The Internet; there’s nothing quite like it when it comes to fact-checking and providing explanations for certain habitually annoying behaviours and personality (term used loosely) traits.

Not that I’m talking about anyone specific or anything….

http://blog.silive.com/relationships/2008/04/the_dating_horror_continues.html

 

 

No time for a relationship? Try an ‘elationship’

Like most people, I’ve done the internet dating thing. And like most people, I’ve become completely enamored with some witty, charming soulmate I’ve never actually met.

One such character – Sal – lived in San Francisco. I can’t remember exactly why I started corresponding with him (aside from the usual hormonal stuff). Perhaps it was because his introductory note wasn’t rife with the usual misspellings and annoying emoticons. They make me so ; ( .   No, Sal was smart, well-read and incredibly persistent. Not a day went by that I didn’t get an email or IM or, as time went by, a phone call from him. At first, all the attention was flattering. He told me he adored me and couldn’t wait to meet (he even bought tickets for a weekend visit). He told me I was beautiful, sexy, and more important, smart. Sal touched my very soul — for about…

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Being in Love is Pretty Fucking Radical After All!

I choose to believe this article not only because the science of psychology says it is so, but speaking from personal experience, I’ve found it to be true.

(Sometimes)…

A Simple Scientific Analysis of People in Love