Every year around this time, I head back down to my alma mater to celebrate homecoming. Over the years, the trips have been all about two things: my boys and the women. But this year, as I make my way down for my sixth homecoming, the women aren’t nearly as important as they used to be, at least, not in the capacity they once were. This year, I’m most excited about seeing my boys, so much so, I can’t imagine the opportunity of hooking up with any girl getting in between that.
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I’m different than most guys.
I have this whole blog where I confess to a lot of my mistakes I made in the past. As a matter of fact, I think I write more about how bad of a boyfriend I was more than I write about how good of a boyfriend I was, even though all of my exes would probably say I’m not as bad as I make myself out to be. Call it accountability, call it humility, or call it something else, but I’m more than aware of the fact that the reason my blog stands out is because not too many men are going to say they have done things I have done.
The reason why? Some men would much rather learn the lessons of their past ways on their own than deal with a woman in the present who discredits him for what he did to someone else. We made a mistake and the last thing we want a woman to tell us is if we made it once, we’re bound to make it again.
It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, so let me get right into it. Two pieces I wrote elsewhere and one video segment for which I was a guest. Enjoy!
By now everybody has seen Kanye’s Runaway film, but I went to a screening before it aired and did a write up for the Wall Street Journal. Click here to check it out.
For The Village Voice, a fun piece I pitched them and wrote up about the Top 10 Posse Cuts of 2010 (So Far). Click here to read that.
The lovely Amanda Diva invited Dr. Marc Lamont Hill and I to her AOL show The Spark to discuss the hot topics of this week. Good laughs, some of which weren’t shown, but you can still tell we enjoyed ourselves. Click here to watch.
What should he do with a past unfamiliar? Maybe let it go; let it be forgotten. Don’t go searching for it. But sometimes, he can’t help but wonder if it’s ever happened to him and if it has, who did it.
How naive would he be to believe no woman has ever cheated on him? He has not seen any evidence to the contrary, he knows of no time when it actually happened, save for that one night he wrote about a while back. But still, that was a flirtation with the idea at best, not the actual act. So it still has yet to hit him, the discovery of a physical act having taken place, but then again, maybe he should have been looking for another type of cheating.
Without fail, it always happens. I write about hooking up with a person quickly (one week!) or randomly, and someone in the comments section says it’s the kind of behavior that leads to the spread of STIs. All the time, someone is trying to educate me on the hazards of sleeping with someone I barely know or don’t know beyond a two-week period of time.
Well, can someone explain to me how the period of time we choose to wait before we sleep with someone increases or decreases our chances of getting an STI? I’m just wondering when this new science became a part of the sex education curriculum. It had to be after my time because I remember taking sex education in elementary school, middle school, high school, and even college (Human Sexuality 101, great course!) and I don’t ever remember being told sleeping with someone quickly will increase my chances of getting an STI and taking my time to sleep with someone will decrease my chances of getting an STI.
Alright, listen to me. You pull up right where she lives, right? Before you get outta the car, you lock both doors. Then, get outta the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car. Dig out the key, put it in the lock and open the door for her. Then you let her get in. Then you close the door. Then you walk around the back of the car and look through the rear window. If she doesn’t reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in: dump her…Listen to me, kid. If she doesn’t reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in, that means she’s a selfish broad and all you’re seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and you dump her fast. — Sonny, from A Bronx Tale
Greatest. Lesson. Ever.
It’s about chivalry ladies. Men don’t demand it, but we appreciate it. For the women who already know the deal, save the “I already do all this” comments and come back tomorrow. Also, while men do recognize how good some of you are to us, it never hurts to do things like unlock our car door for us. Here’s five more things I thought would be awfully chivalrous of ladies. Enjoy!
I never understand why women tell a man they never did something they just did with him. When are they going to realize he never believes her when she says that, and more importantly, he never really cared if she did in the first place?
About two weeks ago, I wrote a post telling women the optimum time she should sleep with a guy she is dating is one week. A few women agreed, most women disagreed. The polarizing points of view made for an interesting conversation in the comments section, which is always entertaining for other readers and I to read. It was obvious the amount of wait time people apply to their relationships was not uniformed.
Everyone had their idea of how much time should pass, and their own reasons why it was the optimal time for them. But for the women who disagreed with my proposed length of time, allow me to show how a man waits for the woman of his affection to come around. What you are about to read is a completely unscientific analysis, broken down on n a week by week basis over the period of one month.
People always ask me why I haven’t been in a relationship, and I say, “Because I have yet to meet a girl I wouldn’t cheat on.”
I say it as a joke, sort of. The truth is, I know when it comes to cheating, it’s a personal choice. No one ever put a gun to my head and told me to cheat anytime I did in the past. But I also think it’s my choice to find a woman who makes it the easiest choice in the world not to cheat.
My Pop was a construction worker, and one thing you learn very quickly being raised by a construction worker is there’s a tool to fix everything. From the time he moved in when I was in kindergarten to the time I was a freshman in high school when he and my mom separated, I never saw one repair man come to our place. But for reasons I won’t get into, I never fully grasped how important that concept was, no matter how much he tried to instill it into me.