You Just Don't Get It

My friend
Once lovers
Now friends
You got married to your dream woman
All was what you wanted
Then slowly things changed
We remained friends
You confided in me the things you were missing
The passion
The wanting
The yielding wife
The wife who suddenly didn't want sex all the time
The wife who was busy all the time
You started reminiscing about our love affair
Started hinting
Started asking me for sex
Started wanting me and what we had
How you'd be hard by the time you would knock on my door
The uninhibited fun in the kitchen
How we'd travel all over the floor
Laughing, kissing, making love
How we would go out and act like crazy teenagers
I was always so safe with you...
You loved my passion
You loved my openness
Then we became friends and all that stopped
Along comes your dream woman
Everything that I am not
Now you ask me for sex
You don't want wifey knowing
You just don't get it do you?
You passed me by for her
You made your bed
Time to lie in it.

So Cozy In the Bed

Naked in the bed
Such a cozy soft warm bed
Sheets so smooth and soft
Sliding between the sheets
So warm
So cozy
Soft pillows
Fluffy warm comforter
Covering up all warm and snuggly
A woman so totally alone in the bed
A safe place to be all woman
A woman so soft and warm and willing
Laying there thinking, feeling
Wanting to be held, caressed
Aching to be touched
Such passion to unfold
I am this woman

I'm Sorry...

I ran across this poem as I was cruising blogville. Amazing depth for such a young man. I've felt all these hurts at one time or the other. I don't look forward to feeling them again...maybe I'll get lucky and not have to. The words that struck me the most: "I'm sorry for the empty space, that laid beside you in my place"

posted by -hui yi-
http://huiyi0711.blogspot.com

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry for the times you cried,
and the loneliness you felt inside.
I'm sorry for the way things were,
and the selfishness that you endured.

I'm sorry for the nights we lost,
and the deep pain it must have cost.
I'm sorry for the love you missed,
losing you helped me realize this.

I'm sorry I wasn't the man you deserved,
this has been the hardest lesson learned.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to show,
the deepest love you'll ever know.

I'm sorry for the empty days,
and the stresses that you still yet pay.
I'm sorry for the way I left,
I've never felt so much regret.

I'm sorry for the heart I broke,
that shattered with the words I spoke.
I'm sorry for the empty space,
that laid beside you in my place.

I'm sorry for the empty arms,
you fell into when times were hard.
I'm sorry for the days that passed,
Our love now will surely last.
I'm sorry it took so long to vow,
to love you forever here and now.

GOOD Advice...

Advice given to me from my friend PB....GOOD advice!!

"This might sound overly simplistic, but the success of a long-term relationship has everything to do with how much fun you have together. Do you laugh together? Do you ask how his/her day went? Are you genuinely interested in one another? It's easy to get into a habit of overlooking common courtesies, but the more goodwill you establish, especially over time, the better. This might all sound like common sense, but there are plenty of couples who DON'T care about their partner's day and who neglect to listen to one another. Play. Have fun. Do it like the relationship depends on it. And never, ever forget the importance of kindness.  

This sense of goodwill and loving atmosphere will make it easier for a couple to broach touchy subjects. If you have a bond of trust, you inherently know your partner's intentions, thereby decreasing the need for defensiveness (remember, the latter was one of the signs for trouble). For instance, comments from others that might make your bristle might not necessarily mean World War III with your partner because there is no ill will. When you foster a pattern of consistency, safety, and stability, you simultaneously create a sense of "we're in this together." And that's exactly where you want to be.  

Be quick to forgive and quicker to apologize. After all, this is not a competition. You ARE on the same side, and let's face it, if one person isn't happy, the other probably isn't either. I'm not trying to use all cliches here, but you know  in your heart it's not about keeping score. So what if he occasionally forgets to do something you asked or if she did not do a task to your standards? If you keep track of all the little things, eventually they will turn into insurmountable walls based on...well, a whole lot of nothing.  

The point is, sometimes we have to just let things go. How do you know the difference? In the midst of an argument, or better yet, BEFORE one begins, ask yourself if the issue will matter in five weeks, five months, or five years. It should allow you to put things in perspective so you can get back to the important things like loving each other...and making out under the mistletoe."

Free Skate Insurance

A lot of us have little quirks that are important to us and are seemingly silly to others...sometimes downright idiotic. I have a few: Butter crumbs in my jelly...Jelly crumbs in my butter....Bread crumbs in my jelly or butter...Jelly or bread crumbs in my peanut butter. I know another woman who feels the same. I told her last night about mine and she agreed wholeheartedly that they were gross. Made her feel the food was 'nasty'.

Ok, so everyone has these. Sometimes called pet peeves. I might have certain ones and you have certain ones. This is just the way it is. We are all going to fall from grace and offend another person with our personal habits without intentionally intending to. How do we circumvent this offense?

How about some Free Skate Insurance? You start out each year with a finite number of 'free skates'. A free skate is where no matter what guffaw you pull, you are guaranteed that it won't be the end of the world or the relationship or at the very least, cause severe emotional trauma to another person/significant other, you get a free skate or better put: you get automatically forgiven for the offense. Nothing more said or done. Say you perhaps make a few extra mistakes and you're all out of free skates? Easy. Each time the other person offends, then the nonoffending person gets another free skate. Maybe we could institute some sort of Free Skate Insurance. Maybe little extra things done for another person would be the currency. Personally, I make enough screwups that I would need a spreadsheet to keep up with them. I'll need to give this insurance deal some more thought....since I don't have much to do anyway.

I do realize I'm woman enough to overlook a few little incidences that I consider as messups. The challenge is to see if I can stare down into a jar of preserves and eyeball a glob of butter....be it ever so small...and resist the urge to use my knife to dig it out and hurl it across the table at the offending person....imagining the spot right between the eyes as my target!

Sibilant

I ran across a blog this evening titled 'a sibilant intake of breath'. Pretty words but I had never heard of the word 'sibilant'. The dictionary says 'Of, characterized by, or producing a hissing sound like that of (s)'. So I made the sound while intaking my breath and instantly recognized the sound. Sibilant. Almost orgasmic. Try it. Close your eyes and try it. Floods of memories of feelings... A delicious sibilant intake of breath... Breathlessly sibilant... A tasty sibilant treat of a man... A sibilant relief of that first touch after a long pause of celebacy...

The word envokes only half of a feeling.....the other half of the sound is the output of the 'ahhhhhhhh'...

Let It Go

Sent to me by my friend BH....This pertains to not just me, but many friends I know...

Let it go
By T. D. Jakes

There are people who can walk away from you.

And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk. I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]

People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.

Let them go.

And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead.

You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it.

It's not what you do...

It's not what you do...it's the way what you do it....

I'm not out of step, it's everyone else who's marching out of step...

(About trouble) You're just not holding your mouth right...

Who was buried in Grant's tomb?

Don't do as I do, do as I say do...

These are things my daddy used to say to us kids all the time. These as well as sending us to the lumber yard looking for left handed monkey wrenches, tire stretchers, bacon stretchers and sky hooks were pretty common things he did. We never did figure out who was buried in Grant's tomb. There were some really fun times we had as kids...at least in my memories....

Pretty Soon....

Pretty Soon
rlp
01/17/06

pretty soon....I'm gonna be gone inside myself
I can feel myself disappearing
gonna hide and build my brick walls around me again
let the whiskey take my heart away from here
sleep the sleep alone
loving you is not worth my heart breaking all over again.

Guess I'm a Meantime Girl too!

I read this blog tonight....WOW! This gal's been reading my mail. You can see her original post on her blog: http://gdoria.blogspot.com that she posted Jan 7, 2006. Excellent blog!:

"A very perfect description of me: I'm A Meantime Girl . .

What is a meantime girl?

She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh.

She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.

She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either. She's not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She's too understanding, too comfortable - she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does. But she's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine. You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won't bother her that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She's just so cool . . . why can't all women be like that?!

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs - she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off. Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.

You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.

She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone's head. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do.

She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Girl.
Been one more times than I care to admit.
I don't know the reason, really. And at this point, I don't even care.
I just want to let every guy know whos ever had the good fortune,
to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun.
But we cry too. A lot.

And someday, we won't be around."

Amen

Genealogy

According to the dictionary genealogy is:
1. A record or account of the descent of a family, group or person from an ancestor or ancestors; a family tree.
2. Direct descent from a progenitor; lineage or pedigree.
3. The study or investigation of ancestry and family histories.

To me, however, genealogy is a whole lot more than those three dry sentences. It is finding my roots, my family, and my home.

It is seeing my grandparents as a young couple in a census record with their two baby girls; children who I know will be dead within the year. It is seeing my mother as a one-month-old child. It is seeing my great grandfather's signature on Civil War records and knowing that he and others like him must have gone through hell.

It is even finding the skeletons in the closets or the black sheep of the family. It is finding that my family went through some terrible times, but also knowing that they survived. It is seeing in my mind's eye the careworn faces of all of those who have gone on before me. It is listening to old stories told by our elders and passing those precious stories down. It is writing down those stories and facts for our children and their children. It is finding cousins I had not seen or heard from in fifty years. It is finding new cousins and new friends, people who have come to mean so very much to me. It is the realization of how important family is. It is the realization of how important it is to honor those ancestors who came before us.

That is a little of what genealogy means to me.
(author unknown)

Spit in the Eye

These words of encouragement were sent to me in 2002 by an online friend from Florida who I had been chatting with for over a year. A dear sweet man who was retired and working as a guard at Cape Caniveral...Bob V. These words are as good then as they were back then...and will be for many years to come:

"I know that it looks like life has given you a big kick in the teeth, but you must be brave and strong. Life goes on, and we have to make the best of it.. I know that is does not seem fair, but then, where does it say that life has to be fair. Live is choice.. We all have choices.. What you choose to do now is up to you.. You can choose to laydown and quit or, you can spit it in the eye and dare it to do it's worst. So you have to grab it with both hands and shake it just as hard as you can.. Live it to the fullest Smile and the world smiles with you. Cry and you cry alone."

BG and Bees

How I got the name BG and Bees

Years ago, one of my new drivers at work introduced himself to me as Howard but said I could call him Yogi since that was his CB handle. I laughed and smarted off and said that my name was Ruth but he could call me Beautiful. From then on, he called me BR.

Jump forward a few years and my first grandson Michael was about 3 and it was apparent that he didn't understand who I was on the phone. He kept confusing me with his mother's mother. So, I was talking to Yogi about it and he came up with BG for Beautiful Grandmother. I tried it on Michael and it stuck. From then on, Michael and Lawrence have always called me BG.

Now jump forward about 6 years or so and along comes Megan at age about 2. She can't pronounce BG so she started calling me Bees. Now this name stuck and Mandy calles me Bees also.

It will be interesting to see how they figure out what my name really is vs. Bees.

Real Men?

I asked my friend PB what a REAL man wants from a woman and here is his reply:

first I would have to make up my mind about what a real man really is...........geeez........talk about a most impossible thing to do....so, if it is ok with you, I shall just use my own feelings and experiences and hope they can be of some use to you

for good or bad, better or worse, when it comes to the dating scene, that ALL MEN have the anticipation and expectation that they are so smooth, suave and debonair, that the gal will just fall into his arms and let him have his way with her......and I mean ALL MEN.........even the ones that you would not even consider giving a mercy fuck too......lol

you are such a sweet, easy going person, you are just so sexy to me that you oooze sexuality..........it is something that not all women do......and I don't have a clue as to why.........but to me, you are and will be forever, one of the sexiest women I have ever been around............it is something I can't put my finger on, but not many women have it.......you sure do...............and it is no wonder that most guys pick up on it..........maybe it is the way you carry yourself, your degree of self confidence and maturity, your intelligence, or all of it put together, but whatever it is, it is no surprise to me that others want you

most guys are always looking to get laid.....that is the plain truth of the matter......but you already knew that........as for putting out, that is, like you said, your choice...........I cant tell you what to do there, you have your own heart and mind about that.........but, there is the male mentality about easy pussy.....if ya give it out on the first date, then ya are easy, if ya don't, you are a bitch.........that is the basic male mentality.....

enjoy with care and caution.....not wild abandon........read the menu all you want, even play with it, but be careful what you order, and when you order it..........you will know if you are reading from a 5 star menu or one from a greasy spoon.................don't settle, there is a man out there, somewhere that is really worthy of you, and that is the way you should be looking at it, not the other way around .....so....bottom line.......a good man is hard to find...........so true..........but he is out there somewhere.....don't let the juveniles with the raging hormones or the dirty old married men or dirty young single men get in your pants, because that is all they really want.....another notch on their trophy boards.........it is your body, and it is worth it's weight in gold.......let that man you pick show you that he is really ready and willing to pay the price for it........first with respect and dignity...........you belong on that pedestal, let him put you there, feet first, firmly planted..........the foundation must be solid to endure, and that foundation must be built on the mental rather than the physical............the physical will then be a wonderful bonus

Hear the Music

You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift...thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.

Unknown

Make the Journey - Live Life!

From the beginning of the movie "Meet Joe Black" where Anthony Hopkins (Bill Parrish) talks to Claire Forlani (Susan) about love:

"I know it's a cornball thing but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."

Embrace the Now

Embrace the now... When we believe in ourselves, anything is possible.

Unknown

Reality

Reality is what I see
and
not what you see.

Out of Darkness

I wrote this September 14, 1995 out of dream that I dreamt that my mother said these words to me. My grandmother, her mother was at her side.

"Out of darkness I will lead you into light and knowledge. You will follow. Trust in yourself and God, for I will be at your side and you will be at mine. In all ways there is love and understanding. Life is eternal, the same as it was in the past is now in the present and will be in the future.

You are loved. Allow yourself to be loved. Allow yourself to hold the light and embrace the light. We are with you and will be with you just as you will be with your child. Th ere is no difference. There is love for others but trust that there is enough love for you also. Love grows and blooms just as you will blossom. You are a child of God and your are a child of mine. What you remember with sadness, I remember with joy. The bond is not broken."

Interesting again, that would find this writing at this time. I've always thought that there was this box of love to be passed around.....and by the time it was my turn in line...the box was empty. How wrong I've been! There IS enough love for me also! All I have to do is learn to listen for it...learn to recognize it. Love is here for me in the heart of my friends....the hugs and kisses of my grand children...the caring and respect of my children. Love is here for me in the times when a friend values my opinion or thoughts and shares with me parts of themselves...their accomplishments...their broken hearts...their joys...shares with me their friends...their laughter...their most prized possessions....a photo...a video...family heirlooms...the reaching out to touch me.

A Friend's Heart

This is the very first quote I ever saved. I read it when I was about 15 and it had a profound effect on my life.

The Lagoon
by Joseph Conrad

"...For where can we lay down the heaviness of our trouble but in a friend's heart? A man must speak of war and of love....A writing may be lost, a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!"

Spaces

Something I wrote October 27, 1995 from a very vivid dream. Interesting that I should find it among my papers now....

There is a way out. It is from within.

Within the space that defines a human, there are so many more spaces. This labrynth or maze is sometimes navigatable during contentment times. When we are seemingly lost, the spaces are a maze with dead ends at each turn. As the lost times give way to the contentment, growth occurs and the dead ends become open possibilities at every turn. When contentment gives way to joy, then the spirit soars above the maze and one can see the past, the present and a very small portion of the future. Understanding then takes place and hope is the seed we hold on to.

Profound questions

What do you call a fish with no eyes?   A fsh.

How much does whale poop weight?

If your nose runs, and your feet smell; does this mean you were built upsidedown?

If it takes a cow and a calf a day and a half to eat a bale and a half of hay, how long does it take a one legged man to stomp out a pound of chinque pins?

Megan

This was writen to me about my first grand daughter, Megan by a friend of mine April 3, 2001, four days after her birth. Prophecy? Already at almost 5 years old, she has already shown these traits:

"Megan will be the center of all life around her and she will touch the hearts of all those who are looking for peace and love in their lives, remember this 15 years from now."

What a treat!

On September 10, 2005, one of my biggest fantasy came true and was better than I had ever dreamed of it happening..... I had a fantasy of a delicious naked man painting my toenails. He not only painted my toenails but he also bought and brought the polish! Yes, he bought the polish on his own. What woman doesn't go crazy when a man thinks of a simple treat for a woman?? Just something so damned special about 'the thought that counts'. It was so damned sexy to have a manly man on my bed pleasing me and watching him do so. This man holding a tiny brush...totally out of his element...doing something so intimate for me! What a treat!

Jeremiah 18

This is my favorite words of the bible. Of course it spoke to me as a potter, but more so, understanding how a pot is made...and remade when it doesn't turn out as planned or pleasing...it tells that God can remake us...we just have to be the clay and let God form us.

Book of Jeremiah

Chapter 18

18:1 The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD, saying,
18:2 Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will cause thee to hear my words.
18:3 Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels.
18:4 And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.
18:5 Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying,
18:6 O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.

Sappy Blogs

Ok...so I'm sappy. Well, it's my sappy and I claim it. I wonder whether anyone reading my words and poems I write....my collection of quotes and songs that speak to me...if anyone can see inside me and start seeing a window to me. There's something inside me yet to be said but I just haven't gotten to that point. I don't want my blog to be only about my ouches. I can't exactly put it into words yet what I'm trying to say right now so I keep writing and collecting and posting. I guess some part of me is trying to see my worth. I want to convey to someone who I am inside. I don't know what a posting is going to say until I see it on the screen...sort of like automatic writing. I have this burning desire that part of me is wanting someone to see me through my writing....and part of me is writing to the woman each of who my grand daughters will become. I hide so much of myself. Maybe the someone I want to see me is me.

I said to my friend DH that I didn't think I was the most profound person of the universe and he replied: " Saying that you state a profundity doesnt' follow with a desre to be the most profound anywhere. Cricket's chirps are profound in the warm summer nights. It means you feel you are valuable enough to share. Wishing to reveal yourself, in honesty, is a good thing."

Thank you DH for helping me to validate myself.

Feels Like Home

Feels Like Home

Sung by Norah Jones
Words & Music: Randy Newman

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

Jerry's Words

My friend Jerry has kept telling me for 3 years now and I'm starting to believe him:

"It's ALL good!"

Amen!!!

Words and Dreams

Words and Dreams
rlp

Unspoken words
Unfinished dreams
The sadness of what has been lost
The hope of tomorrow
Live the dreams
Share the words

Joy

Joy
rlp
01/07/06

Love is
Love is love
Love is love and life
Love is love and life and God
Love is love and life and God and You
Love is love and life and God and You and me
Love is love and life and God and You
Love is love and life and God
Love is love and life
Love is love
Love is
Joy

AC-CENT-TCHU-ATE THE POSITIVE

AC-CENT-TCHU-ATE THE POSITIVE
(Johnny Mercer / Harold Arlen)

You've got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between

You've got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum
Have faith or pandemonium
Liable to walk upon the scene

Falling In Love Exposed!

I was reading an article about how to seduce a woman. No, I don't want to seduce a woman. I already know how to seduce a man or a woman. The article was written by a man and I wanted to know more of how a man thinks. The main idea of this article was to get inside the woman's head so that a man can 'get lucky'. It was a pretty good article and pretty well right on track on how to bed a woman. The only thing I saw wrong with the article was that if a man used the technique, whether he liked the woman or not...or wanted a one night stand or not....he wouldn't easily shake the woman if she turned out to be a bit crazy. If she was a whole lot crazy....boy would he be in a world of hurt!

Anyway....there was a part of it that struck me interesting. I think...I repeat...think....this is pretty well on the money as far as how it works.....all inside the head. One thing that particularly struck me between the eyes was that I can not and have not ever given it one thought that any man ever thought about me in this way...never thought about me afterwards....never actually said my name. Yes, I've had men fall in 'love' with me....but more they've fallen in lust with me on the whole. I wonder....really wonder if any man has ever been giddy enough to say my name in this fashion? I wonder if I will ever know it's happened.


"Falling in Love" Exposed!!!!

"Ok. Since I'm being pretty general and theoretical here let's get a bit more specific and talk about what every woman dreams about: falling in love. Now, based on what I've said so far, do you think I believe "love" is based on some mysterious "chemistry" that flows between two people? Maybe it's caused by a butt-naked little angel named Cupid who shoots an arrow into your ass?

No, Here's how people fall in love: First, understand you do NOT fall in love with someone when you are in their presence. No. You fall in love when you're off by yourself, thinking about them afterwards. This is why it is so hypnotically powerful, because you are doing it to yourself, and people are always their best hypnotists. Here's how it happens: you go out with someone, maybe even one date. And then you go home, and you're lying there, thinking about them. And, you form an image of them in your mind. And as you do that, you start to list to yourself all the qualities about them that you like, "She's so , she's so , she's really ." Maybe then you picture you and them having lots of fun in all sorts of situations. Then you get that warm, funny feeling right in your solar plexus, and then, the nail in your coffin, you say her name to yourself 2 or 3 times. If you're really a geek, maybe you even dance around the house singing it!! Or you possibly go about bring up her name in every conversation."