Well guys, 2010 V-Day is soon upon us. The day that our hunnies love us or hate us! It is a day when the sun shines, the birds sing, and love is in the air. OR, a reenactment of that infamous massacre taking place on that day. While all women are different and unique, the most important thing to do is NOT FORGET it is Valentines Day.

As for what to do for her on this day will vary from person to person but acknowledging her is mandatory! Some years past I forgot the day and “paid” dearly for that. I learned my lesson well that day. A card is a must, with a little inscription a good idea. As for chocolates, well, I had always thought that was traditional. My memory takes me back to an old girlfriend. She had been complaining to me that she was gaining weight and didn’t like that fact. I told her, nicely, that she still looked good to me. So, come Valentines Day, I give her the card and a wrapped box of choc’s, complete with pink bow. She reads the card, gets all warm and fuzzy, and kisses me passionately. She then opens the box and her jaw drops. “You know I’m trying to lose weight and you give me chocolates” “You can be so inconsiderate sometimes”! At this point I don’t say a word. What goes through my mind is an old joke.
I got you a pair of slippers and a vibrator. If you don’t use the slippers, you can use the vibrator and go F&%k yourself! No, I did not tell her that one. But I also never bought her chocolates again. Women, can’t live without em… can’t shoot em either!


Well, this is going to be a depressing New Years Eve spent with me, myself, and I. Hey, does that count as 3? My girlfriend got called to do a photo op in Hawaii, and I couldn’t get away to be with her due to prior commitments. I thought that the older one gets, the less importance New Years Eve would have. But, this is not the case for me. May be because we kind of made plans, and I did know that she might get called and have to leave at a moments notice, but still… I wanna go to Hawaii too! As I type out this blog, I am also trying to book a plane flight to be there while she is there and surprise her.

So, now is my opportunity for thinking about resolutions to be made for the upcoming New Year. I’ve attained affluence (No smarties, that’s flatulence), been around the world, and have all my boy toys. I want health and serenity. Then again, who doesn’t? Guess I’ll settle for Hawaii.

It’s been a year of writing this blog, and so to all of those who have read and commented on it… I wish you all a Happy, Healthy, and Prosperous New Year!

The translation of Friends with Benefits behavior is two people (friends or acquaintances) who get together expressly for a sexual encounter (the benefits!). There is no wining, there is no dining, flowers, or any of the spoils of a traditional emotionally centered relationship. It is a mutually beneficial, no strings attached affair from both standpoints. It is the quintessential booty call, but is devoid of feelings, although it can be a safe, drama free, no pressure experience.

Friends with benefits, under the right set of circumstances, and with the acceptance that comes from the lack of exclusivity, can prove to turn out quite well at least from the physical perspective. However, it quickly dissolves into obscurity, for the moment that one of the players expresses any “feelings” for the other, or when one has the desire for “exclusivity”! Friends with benefits can exist only on the physical aspect of a relationship, not the physical/emotional state of regular relationships. Therein lies the seductive nature of this affair. It is not a fling, as it may be part time or full time, and could possibly go on for a long span of time. You are but fu*k buddies. You hook up, casually sleep together, and then go about your business.

silly season

Well, it’s starting to affect me again. The end of October and next month, Thanksgiving. The start of the silly season, a period of time in which emotions can run rampant with highs and lows until after Valentines Day. I’m feeling the blues! No girlfriend right now to share in the festivities of the upcoming holidays.

I don’t mind not having Thanksgiving dinner (as I dislike turkey!), but then comes Christmas, and that will put me in to a tailspin. I love to give gifts to a girlfriend, and this year will not have the opportunity I feel. Of course, I have been a very good boy, so may be Santa will give me one? If he does, he better not look for a chimney.. I live in Florida! LOL.

Next, comes the two holidays that are the worst when not in a relationship. Spending New Years Eve without female companionship basically sucks, and in February, there is Valentines Day to contend with! Yes indeed, the 2009-2010 Silly Season, will not be a happy one for this author. However, I will have almost a year to make restitution!

waiting ship

How many of you guys and gals out there in the Blog-o-sphere, during the aftermath of a major breakup, decide to wait a while before entering the dating game… again? How long does one contemplate, perpetuate, and simply wait before feeling desperate, and starting all over again.

Sure it hurts, it hurts like Hell. And thoughts range from “I’ll never find another person like her/him” to “I feel like I can’t/won’t ever do this again”. But that is where the human spirit takes over. We all want to be with someone. We were not put on Earth to be alone. Everybody needs somebody and there is someone for everyone. At least that is what I have always heard! lol

So, using the adage of “If you fall off a horse, get right back on it and start riding” is quite apropos. The longer you wait, the longer it takes, and then “fear of” sets in and makes the situation even worse!
The moral of this blog is “Don’t wait until your ship comes in, start rowing out to it”!


When does a guy living a sugar daddy type lifestyle learn to say NO to a pretty young woman? To basically cut her off! I, personally enjoy it, as do many men, but when does the balance become so slanted that it no longer is enjoyable? The whole idea of the sugar daddy lifestyle is to be able to spoil, mentor, and have some nice arm and eye candy. And that is all well and good. But here is my dilemma.

I met this young lady a few weeks ago through an online dating site that embraces that particular lifestyle and all seemed well and good… at the beginning. We met for drinks, found we had chemistry and attraction between us, and were both looking for same thing. It seemed like a perfect match, and for a while it was. We mutually agreed to see each other once every two weeks to go out to fancy restaurants, and high brow cultural events. She is almost 20 years younger than me, but still not a kid by any means. At first, I lavished her with gifts, and I was her Prince Charming, when she needed money, I was her Knight in shining armor, when I took her to Europe, I was an angel, and when I cut her off, I was the scum of the earth!

So why did I cut her off, you ask? It is simple. When everything given freely becomes expected, not appreciated, and when it is never enough, it soon changes the scenario from sugar babe to gold digger. Yes it is a lifestyle definitely not suited for everyone, and it can and does work as an alternative lifestyle, but both parties concerned have to feel they are getting something out of the relationship or what’s the point! May be it was my fault? May be it was both of our fault, but I refuse being treated like an ongoing human ATM.

I happen to find that particular statement to, at times, be true, as many soccer moms are quite hot. So, what exactly are soccer moms? The answer is simply this; she is usually a middle class woman around 35 to 45 years of age, living a wealthy suburban lifestyle, and who spend much of her time driving her school age children to and from sporting events in their new Land Rover SUV‘s. It doesn’t have to be soccer, but that is where the phrase took off in popularity and has stuck.

I happen to be a single, middle aged guy who had the opportunity to spend time with a buddy at a soccer game in which his tween daughter was playing. To confess, I was never much of a soccer fan, as I did not grow up around the sport, but I do have an eye for attractive ladies. Right off the bat was 3 or 4 gorgeous moms pressed up against the chain link fence, rooting for their children with passion. I mean they were really in to the game. I started wondering why they drove and then stay to watch their children play the sport and not their husbands. It seemed a bit odd to me…. at first!

I decided to try a little pick up maneuver and do a little “research”. I proceeded to that fence, right next to those hotties, and started shouting out my friend’s daughter’s name. About 15 minutes later, and with the onslaught of a raspy voice brought on my shouting, one of those soccer moms initiated the conversation by asking, “Which one is your daughter”? I told this beauty standing next to me who I was shouting for and that she wasn’t my daughter, but my niece! OK, little white lie, so sue me! As she watched the game, I found myself watching her! She wasn’t a kid, she was all woman, and a beaut at that, wearing nice designer shorts and top, and boasting a delicious tan.

We started chit chatting and before long she told me that she was divorced because her husband never had time for anything but work. I asked her if it wasn’t for her child playing, was she in to the sport. She actually told me she was a “soccer mom” in those words, and that it was a terrific way to meet guys. I was at first taken back by her comment. Next week, I’m meeting this mom-babe at the next game. I might even start to like the sport. I already know how to dribble! lol