In this episode Jozen discusses emotional cheating, wishing exes a happy birthday, women with the princess complex and more on the latest edition of the Poppin’ Questions Podcast!
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First, some context regarding our relationship.
She was not my girlfriend, but not because I didn’t want her to be and not because she didn’t want to be my girlfriend. The two of us just had complicated lives. When we met, we lived in the same city, but as our luck would have it, her career would take her to D.C., and neither of us saw long distance as an option. So instead, we agreed to keep things open at a distance, but when work put us in the same city or one of us wanted to visit the other, we became each others priority.
The arrangement worked out nicely. We even managed to be open about the other people we were seeing. I was tolerant of her dating stories and she, tolerant of mine. Long as we remained respectful, didn’t reveal any cringe-inducing details, and were honest if feelings for another intensified, we remained in a good place. We respected each other, and trusted each other, so much so, we even let each other stay at our apartments if we were out of town. One time I went to D.C. at the same time she had to be in New York, so I left with her my keys to my place, and she left with me, her keys.
This relationship was, in a word, ideal. Until she revealed to me a story that made our relationship weird.
For anyone who’s looking for a good movie to watch tonight and would like to make it extra special by making that movie seasonal, may I suggest the HBO original, “When Strangers Click”.
Like a romantic-comedy in the form of a documentary, “When Strangers Click” is the brainchild of Marc Weiss, who produced the documentary. The film revolves around the stories of five people with incredible stories of connecting with other people via the Internet and airs tonight on HBO at 9:00 p.m. Last week, Jermaine and I attended a screening of the film and a couple days afterward I had a chance to talk to Marc about how he brought the film together.
Below, a trailer for “When Strangers Click”, some words from Marc on what people can expect when they tune in, and a clip from one of my favorite stories in the film. We’re encouraging anyone who watches to leave their thoughts about the film in the comments.
Because, I don’t really have too many thoughts on Valentine’s Day as a Hallmark Holiday. When you’re in a relationship it’s cool and when you’re not it can suck. Whatever. Doesn’t matter to me, so I’ll spare anyone my complete thoughts on the day. Instead, a story of what I can remember was an unexpectedly good Valentine’s Day.
The women who have been in my life have always been good to me, probably to an extent, more good than I have been to them, but that’s neither here nor there. They have been good to me, kind to me, respected me, loved me, and supported me, so when I look back at my time spent with them, it’s tough for me to decipher the highlights. When you’ve dated women as great as I have dated, history can look something like a fantasy where everything you could have ever wanted was had.
But there is one conversation from one ex-girlfriend of mine that stands out to me.
Well, to be honest, I don’t remember the whole conversation, just a moment within the conversation. I think about it often and though it was brief, I think the reason I’ll never forget it is because I don’t think there was ever a time where it was said to me before she said it and I most certainly can’t recall there being a time where it has been said since. She only said it to me once, and it was funny because when she said it, she immediately followed it up by saying, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you that before.” Then she repeated it again. This was two years ago, and I still remember the words, the sound, the time of day it was, and where I was sitting when I heard them, which may not mean much to anyone reading, but is a testament to how rare the words are said.
Dear Future Girlfriend Whose Name I Don’t Know Yet,
RE: Gifts You Should Never Get Me
So look here babe, before I get into this one particular thing you should never ever buy me, a quick preface.
I can never ever wear one thing you own, even if it’s in a man’s version. I won’t be wearing your scrubs (if you’re a doctor), I won’t be wearing some athletic t-shirt you own. Not even if the Pittsburgh Steelers logo is emblazoned on the front and it used to belong to your brother and he’s the same size shirt as me. Perhaps the only thing of yours I will allow myself to put on is a pair of your slippers and that’s only if I have to make a quick run to the garbage chute. Even then, I’d much prefer to put on my shoes, but chances are if I’m squeezing my feet in your slippers for a 10-second jog, it’s only because I’m lazy.
I want you to remember this on Valentine’s Day. I say Valentine’s Day because it’s around the corner, but really this is for any day in which you are required to buy me a gift. Babe, the picture below is a picture of a gift I never ever want you to give me. Not ever. Understand? Good.
Sorry I’ve been MIA today, folks. It’s been a long and hectic day and when I say long and hectic I mean, I can’t manage to put together a whole post today. To make up for it, I thought I would share this little gem of a music mix I came up on, courtesy of the good folks at NPR.
For those who follow me on Twitter or are cool with me on Facebook, you may have already seen this, as I posted it on both websites yesterday. But today, I’m putting all of my readers on because not only am I a nice guy like that, I also needed to post something.
The stream is looped I believe until the end of Monday, February 14, so even if you can’t finish it one sitting, you can come back to it. Needless to say, every single one of these songs are classic, and will definitely enhance whatever mood you people are trying to set out there. But be clear, if any of you get pregnant while listening to this mix, it is not my fault.
That being said, you can look below to check out exactly what artists and songs are featured in the mix and then underneath, click the link to go to the mix. Also, be sure to thank me in the comments and if you’re moved to, shout out the song on the list most likely to cause accidental conception.
In this episode, Jozen asks a woman to send pictures of her hair in two different styles, what advice he would give his daughter about men, and how a woman can avoid being called the b-word when she turns a guy down.
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My ex and I had one solution for a lot of our more petty disagreements: Mancala.
Every once in a while it was Dominoes, but mostly, it was Mancala. For those who aren’t familiar with the game, a breakdown courtesy of Wikipedia:
Mancala games share a common general game play. Players begin by placing a certain number of seeds, prescribed by the variation in use, in each of the pits on the game board. A player may count their stones to plot the game. A turn consists of removing all seeds from a pit, sowing the seeds (placing one in each of the following pits in sequence), and capturing based on the state of board. This leads to the English phrase “Count and Capture” sometimes used to describe the game play. Although the details differ greatly, this general sequence applies to all games.
In the movie, Disappearing Acts Zora and Frank share a bond over a love for Scrabble. Another girl I used to date enjoyed beating me at Uno and my brother and his girlfriend are the first to get busy on a wide assortment of video games. Together.
So what am I talking about?
There are a lot of things women say that confuse me. For instance, “We hooked up.” What does that mean exactly? First base, second base, third base, home run?
I just assume it means home run, so I don’t really need it broken down for me.
But there is another phrase I need women to translate for me. It’s usually given as a response whenever she’s asked how one man compares to the other and she tells it to anyone, girl or guy. I’ve heard it a few times in my life, specifically when I pressed a woman on whether or not the new guy was better than me.
These days, I don’t ask such foolish questions. My ego no longer needs cising. But I would still like to know what the following phrase means whenever a woman says it. So here it is, folks. Give me your translations in the comments.