Happy Friday, all! You successfully made it to the end of the week so give yourselves a round of applause. Wow. I totally just wanted to break out and start singing that Rihanna song, Take a bow. Glad that moment past me by…now back to my usual ranting and raving.
It's always a case of boys vs. girls. Blah, blah, blah!
Do you know what really bothers me? When a mother tells her daughter she can’t or shouldn’t do something because she’s a girl. What? What planet are we from that makes us so different from men. Now, don’t get me wrong. Even if SOME people (not I) think they’re all are smarter, faster, better and stronger…they should definitely be responsible for their actions. We women tend to pooh-pah what they do and let them make mistake after mistake. Unacceptable!
Oh, and fellas…learn to make up your minds about relationships. Don’t sit there looking like you don’t know what I mean. You most definitely do.
By Georgina Littlejohn
Last updated at 11:08 PM on 25th February 2010
Alice in Wonderland World Royale Premier in London.
Maybe it’s just her natural complexion or she wanted to bring an element of her character to tonight’s proceedings.
Whatever the reason, Anne Hathaway decided on a pale and interesting look as she attended the Royal World Premiere of Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland in London tonight.
The actress, who plays The White Queen in the new 3D movie, looked stunning in a brown sparkly dress, which showed off her white skin beautifully.
Pale and beautiful: Anne Hathaway showed off a very fair complexion at the premiere of Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland in which she plays the White Queen
Despite her strapless Vivienne Westwood dress, she braved the cold and wet weather, which is pretty much guaranteed whenever there’s a red carpet event in London at this time of the year.
But she didn’t seem to mind and said: ‘I love London, I love the rain!’
And the precipitation was certainly not going to stop the stars of the film attending the premiere of the acclaimed director’s new celluloid offering.
Everyone has secrets, right? But what’s the point in having a secret if you want somebody else to know? Here are some secrets and some not-so-secrets about guys and girls that everyone should know. A lot of these you’ve probably seen before, but maybe not all of them.
Secrets Girls Want Guys To Know
1. Saying "I love you" immediately before, during, or following sex doesn’t count. 2. Real men drive stick shift. 3. I will leave if you lie. 4. You are cute in raglan-sleeved T-shirts (two-toned baseball undershirts). 5. I’m convinced I’m pregnant and obsess about it for a minimum of 24 to 48 hours before my period, even when I have no rational reason to think so. 6.I love it when you hug me from behind and whisper in my ear. 7. "Fine" is never an appropriate response when I ask you how I look. 8. Most of the time when I fantasize, it’s about you. 9. I’m terrified of becoming my mother, even though I admire her. 10. I get turned on simply seeing that I have an e-mail from you. 11. I expect you to call me. 12. Only rock stars are allowed to wear leather pants. 13. I’m scared of losing my independence. 14. I’m more forgiving of you than I really should be. 15. Oral sex is your get-out-of-the-doghouse-free card. Manolo Blahnik shoes also do the trick. 16. You did something bad. I seem cool with it. I’m not. (See directly above.) 17. If I’m not having sex with you, I’m: a). having a fat day. b). not feeling "connected" to you. c). blackmailing you to get something I want. 18. Shoes determine whether you’re fashionable or not. 19. I own a Debbie Gibson CD, and I’m not afraid to use it. 20. When I compare my flabby tummy to a kangaroo pouch, say nothing. 21. A man I love plans the occasional fancy-schmancy dress-up date and impromptu weekend getaways, and he buys my favorite candy in advance when we’re just going to the movies. 22. You look hot in hooded clothing items. 23. You should never tell me what to do. 24. If I slept over, you owe me breakfast. 25. My breasts love much licking and sucking. 26. If you ask me out directly, I will say yes. 27. I’m very impressed when you ask for my advice. 28. I’m unimpressed with a man who doesn’t take the lead. 29. When in doubt, go with the shirt that matches your eye color. 30. I want to be Madonna. 31. Women get urinary-tract infections easily, so watch (and wash) your fingers. 32. I’m in heaven when you hold my hand. 33. You’re sexy when you’re shaving, fixing things, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, driving, eating a peach, holding a baby. 34. I need to hear how you feel about me. Often. Tell me now. 35. Surprises, especially gifts for moi = more loving. 36. I want to be the best thing that ever happened to you–and for you to recognize this. 37. If I’m not feeling loved, I will start looking…. 38. Discussion of ex-gf’s and ex-bf’s should be avoided at all times. 39. I like it when you tell me what you’re thinking, even if you don’t know yourself. 40. Celebrating our anniversary, even if it’s only been a few months, earns major bonus points. 41. I love it when you’re sweaty. 42. It’s best to consult your gal pals for gift ideas. 43. A lady should always be greeted with kisses. 44. I like porn. 45. I love holding your bum in the palms of my hands. 46. Even nice girls like hushed dirty talk in public. 47. It’s cheating as soon as you’re doing something with her that you wouldn’t want me to see, hear, read… 48. For the record: I’d rather you break up with me than cheat. 49. I remember everything about our relationship. 50. You should know all this and more with-out my telling you.
Secrets Guys Want Girls To Know
1. Guys hate sluts. 2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" – two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone. 3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. 4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they’re gonna say so there aren’t awkward pauses, but once he’s on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes. 5. Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile. 6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him. 7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. 8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. 9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they’re still loved. 10. Don’t talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend. 11. Guys get jealous easily. 12. Guys are more emotional than they’d like people to think. 13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh…never mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. 14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like. 15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway. 16. Girls are guys’ weaknesses. 17. Guys are very open about themselves. 18. It’s good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don’t let him wait too long. 19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend. 20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice. 21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. 22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships. 23. Guys will brag about anything. 24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. 25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn’t notice it can make the guy think about it for hours,. 26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. 27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships. 28. Try to be as straightforward as possible. 29. A guy has to experience rejection, or he won’t be mature and grown up. 30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl. 31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key. 32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read. 33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped. 34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he’s probably faking it. 35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that. 36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me." 37. Guys don’t really have final decisions. 38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn’t happen that often. 39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you’re with your boyfriend, he’s probably jealous and likes you. 40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he’s definitely thinking something. 41. Guys like femininity not feebleness. 42. Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do. 43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes. 44. Don’t be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily. 45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much. 46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys. 47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more. 48. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl’s mind for a day. 49. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He’s just too stubborn to admit it. 50. 99.5% of the time, we didn’t mean to hurt you
So Tiger Woods has emerged from sex rehab, given a statement, than scurried off to rehab again. Suffice to say there is so much to be mined from this one event it’s almost difficult to know where to start.
But I’ll give it a shot.
Like more than a few people I avoided listening to the “statement”. It wasn’t news; it wasn’t saying anything we couldn’t predict with little or no effort. This was about another public figure who did something perceived as bad going through the motions of damage control.
In reality, all that really went down was as follows: as in the case of more celebrities than we can count, here we have a guy who got caught doing what MILLIONS have done or contemplate doing … in this case having a good time that didn’t involve his significant other.
In the time I’ve been alive I’ve known lots of lads and lasses – and obviously seen and read about many more – who have cheated … er … been unfaithful. Some got caught, some didn’t. Marriages broke up or stayed together. People stopped their cheating ways, or didn’t. (Notice a pattern? Here’s a clue, folks … if you are so inclined, odds are you will remain so inclined. It’s who you are.)
The real difference between all those millions of cheaters and this increasingly pathetic guy: he’s an accomplished sports figure, a celebrity billionaire known for being a fierce, focused competitor – and the advertised face/representative of several corporations who pay the guy for the opportunity to use his image to sell their products. And now he got caught doing the nasty with the wrong woman … er … women. And he’s paying a price. And so are his corporate sponsors.
And now everyone is in damage control mode, attempting to repair things.
And it is all an act.
And even if you don’t think so, that act is over time going to convince you he’ll change his ways and he will emerge a redeemed man.
You bet’cha!
Oh, I’m not necessarily saying the guy isn’t *cough* sincere *cough* in his effort to cure himself of his “sex addiction” – whatever the heck that is supposed to be – or suggesting that once things die down and he smoothes the waters he continues to pursue his extramarital endeavors a little wiser and much more discreet. Heck, for all we know his wife knew all along and kept a blind eye to things in the best tradition of “What happens in Vegas…” until she realized he was taking Vegas home with him on his cell phone (Note to all you cheetahs out there: keep the phone numbers of gal or guy friends you’ve been humping off you cell phone directory).
But it is an act.
Everything that has happened since the Missus chased him down with a golf club has been put up for our predictably eager, voyeuristic consumption. This is all a fabrication, insincere and vaguely stupid, mocking, even, of the consuming public – a silly dance our culture insists public figures do to satisfy an innate need for redemption in our eyes. And the media has been eating it up because it knows American people are essentially stupid fucks when it comes to satisfying a craving for wallowing in other people’s scandals. Not to mention hypocritical, but I think I bespeak the obvious in that regard.
Seriously.
All this has done is to underscore what a crazy, screwed up bunch of loons the American people have become. I mean, when folks were suggesting early on the man show up on Oprah to begin the repair of his life, doesn’t that scratch a speculative itch somewhere in the recesses of your consciousness? And if you thought that was a good idea, doesn’t that say something about you?
It sure does to me.
But this is not really about our obsession with celebrity, or our need to see these stupid dramas get played out in a public forum. And this is not about buying a product some twit gets to endorse because they are famous. Those things are window dressing, distractions.
What’s really happening is two things:
Sex.
And honesty.
So assuming he really does love his wife, here’s what el Tigre could never say, but could likely be closer to the truth:
“I love my wife. I really do. She is my best friend. We have two children we are raising who I want to be happier than I could ever be.
“I have done something terrible to my best friend. I lied to her. The lie was a lie of omission: I didn’t come clean when we married about who I am. If I have an excuse, like so many of you out there caught up in this same situation, I thought that marrying my best friend would change this aspect of me, but I soon realized that wasn’t going to happen.
“I am human. We all are. I slept and companioned with these women because I wanted to, because they excited me and because I was in a place where I needed something they could offer me … and because I could do it. And I would be lying to say I wouldn’t be tempted to do so again, and I would be lying to say I was certain I wouldn’t act on those temptations.
“I know this is difficult for any mature, loving couple to absorb, and we are working on this now, trying to figure how best to move forward, whether together or apart. I never loved my wife any less while this happened, never doubted that love. But I am who I am and to say – and behave – otherwise would be a lie.
“And I will not lie any more.”
“As for my fans, I apologize for projecting the image you bought into. I’m sure you are disappointed that behind that image lurked a real human being whose only real distinction to set him apart from you was an ability to swat a small ball with a club with a high degree of proficiency. Beyond that, thought, you have no right to any judgment regarding my personal life, any more than I have a right to judge yours. As long as I try as an athlete to compete honestly, to the best of my ability, you really have no room to complain, no place to project expectations of me: you have no more claim to my private life than I have to what happens in your bedrooms.
“If you think otherwise, you are mistaken. I would suggest you do what I am endeavoring to accomplish:
“Get a life.”
This William Shattneresque Saturday Night Live moment will never happen, of course, not only because el Tiger is not that brave, or because he doesn’t want to lose future endorsements once this mess sorts itself out, but because we don’t want to hear that kind of truth. We don’t like to talk about the fact that the real reason these things happen is we’re not just dishonest with the people we claim to love, but more important, we’re not honest with ourselves about who we really are.
And it seems to me that if you really love someone and know they love you, the absolute worst betrayal of that love is not being honest about who you really are.
I had a blast in Los Angeles. I had a wonderful traveling, forth and back. You know, I love to travel along Karim.
He makes everything just so shining.
We love to chat, we love to lay in one another’s arms, we love to kid and basically make everybody around hate us cos, yep, we’re just so good looking together and we ooze sex out.
We don’t really make out in front of anybody, that’s not us; but it’s the lust we look at each other with that extrudes. All of our people tell us this. We someway know this.
It’s a point of pride, indeed (anyway, we joined again HighMileClub. But that was easier for we were traveling upper class. Bathrooms are just better. Nobody asks. Nobody bothers. We’re very clean. And I am sure those bathrooms have been adjusted cos years ago before this trend wasn’t up those baths were WAY less usable for that. Wonder why? Businness, baby. It drives the world ).
I wish we would have steyed a bit in New York… I miss that town. Gotta travel back there for fun purpose soon.
The traveling reaching LA was completely carefree and perfect.
We arrived on Friday evening and Mashudo was there waiting for us.
He said he had booked at Katsuya but we said we would have loved to check in our house, and he said we were two obnoxious individuals (lying, but saying that with a cute smirk that was so promising I was like “oh, how much I am gonna love the next few hours…”).
Also Calvin Klein thinks Threesomes are mainstream...
I wasn’t tired cos I can always sleep well on planes. I am like a switch on/off: I can sleep if I want to, I can stay awake if I want to. That’s helpful, let’s admit it.
We drove to Glendale Area (no way I am gonna reveal anything about where we live when in LA… Karim is gonna hate me if I do…) and this is a glimpse (the only one) you may get: I told you when we bought this what was making me and Karim love the house s that is actually a two house thing connected, with a lil “garden” in between.
Karim and I Los Angeles Home (my side)
People can’t figure it out, so I let you look: this is what you see from my lil enclosed patio and you can see Karim’s side of the property from the windows.
They are connected by an entrance, that can be closed OR not.
Makes it so sexy, cos we basically live together but at the same time we don’t. I know, I am crazy for these things. BUt it feels like so much US this way. We love having also in Italy two places to chose when we are together. Our spaces, but spaces we love to share.
It’s our way. It works amazingly (btw, my part of the house is clearly more stylish: his side is all about sculpting and painting. Sexy, but a chaos. a HUGE chaos.)
We step into house and Mashudo loved it. Nobody had seen this fully remade by the architects: we did only through webcamera because as works were progressing only Karim’s family checked it in person. We really loved it all.
I always dig the smell of the new furnishing in places. You know that peculiar taste of new stuff that stays in for weeks after you move in. Garden needs a work nor I nor Karim can provide. The gardeners were met the subsequent day. But by the time we entered the house none of us three cared cos you know… we had action planned.
OMG.
It was soooooooooooo fantastic.
We decided a new word had to be created for how amazingly that love game went.
Word is RADmageddon.
Oh, boy.
I can’t believe.
The best sex I ever had.
It was all a three play should be.
Clean, purely creative, effortlessly dynamic, full of roleplaying, and still determined in the final step. Cos in the end, it’s Karim that I love, isn’t he?
But really… I wish annybody could be that blessed as we are to being allowed to do that.
Wow.
Best Valentine gift ever in my life.
And even if it ay sound blasphemous, it TRULY was about TRUE love.
Mash said the tattoo is beautiful, by the way. He had a close encounter, of course, with it. In multiple occasions.
The akwardness of the first threesome among us wasn’t there at all this time. We were all at such ease.
It felt completely natural. Everybody knows that was just a game and nothing we should think of with any shame or regret. It was a bomb.
The loveliest thing for me was to actually see Mash leaving me quiet in Karim’s arms after it all was ended (and trust… it lasted A LOT. Mash isn’t bad in the tantra breathing either. It helps), with a tenderness in his face and then turning had to Karim, watching him being so calm and relaxed about it and slightly smiling at his friend’s direction. Karim was thankful, cos he got that was something that had made me so happy and satisfied he was fine with it as well.
As Mash went back to his place, and left us alone, Karim whsipered in my ears (thinkin I was asleep… but I weren’t):
“God save me from Hell for what I am thinkin, but this was an amazing experience. You can turn death into life, sin into a miracle bliss, and everything can become pure through you. And this was it. Unbelieveable… Unconceivable… but I feel like I own you even more now. Thank you. I love you…”
You’re discovering this now Special K.
That I was awake when you said this.
I love you.
I love you so much it’s unreal.
In fact that first sleeping night in LA has been perfection in full.
I didn’t even flip when I discovered the morning after through Michael Levine (Adam’s bro) tweet that if we weren’t arranging things with Mashudo we would have ended up meeting the Divine Creature that night.
They were in fact at Teddy’s (Teddy is perfect on Friday night: not so much on other night, but Friday indeed driving through Hollywood BLvd and reaching the Roosevelt is always a rewarding move. And as Karim’s family knows the heads of Roosevelt from a life, entering is never a problem for us…).
But really: who cared? Absolutely NOTHING coud have match what we had on Friday night.
NOTHING.
Merit
The morning of Saturday the work was crazy. Luckely the industry is very nearby our house, so it was not so much of an adventure to reach Merit (still, LA traffic is something you get accustomed to in a long shot of time… trust me).
It was a planning of three different meetings and all of them went just perfectly.
Again, I had to stand the usual speech that I face everytime people meet me for working meeting.
This is basically how it goes (always):
Step 1: they (generally the people I meet are 90% males, 75% over 40, 20% over 60) look at me, and no matter how strictly dressed and covered up I am , they paint all over their faces the “phew, a model chick to talk business of science. She must serve her chieves blowjobs to be here… let’s see how it can work” look.
Truth.
I can decode that from a mile.
95% of males are pigs. Which can be funny, but I don’t like when this messes work up.
Step 2: after ten minutes of meeting, the look on those faces start to be questioning the reason I am actually up in the meeting for. The look reveals that they are starting to realize I actually have a more than functioning brain. And this squanders regularly their simplistic assumptions in life (I love when this is reached up. I mean… how could I not? Males are just so easy creatures to interact with…)
Step 3: shockingly, they change tone of voice after the final admission the reason I am at those meeting isn’t that I blowjob my chieves (being my chief my father… that’d be monstrous…) nor that I am object of nepotism of any sort. Yep, shockingly enough, they all understand after these meetings end that OH MY!!!!! I am not even 25, I am looking like a model and yes… my best quality is actually that I have a functioning brain.
WHOOOOO!!!
That’s always a shock for them.
No… I mean.. truly.
*shakes head piting the usual malish way to look at life*.
I assume then that generally step number 4 in their way to think is that the combination of “look+wealth+brain” has to forcedly imply that I am a Ice Queen whose main interest is japanese gardening, cos then they could never hope that I actually can have LOTS of fun. Someway they have to avoid to think a whole package can exist, cos again their concepts of life could ruin then. And there the meetings generally end with them being suddenly so respecteful you see from their way to look and talk with me they are treating me like their sister or like Mother Theresa.
Generally I let them think so cos it’s easier (and this avoids me nasty gestures like those of the German partner I so hate, OttoThePrick, who thinks my hottness could like to mash with his trash look just because he’s rich… erm.. NO WAY.) and makes my working tasks quicker and less problematic.
best eating place in LA
But on Saturday Karim was ready to take me up for the lunching break and it was awesome to read again from all the partners faces that they had AGAIN to reprogram their vision of life and females after I glued onto him in a complete NO CHASTE way (we were in the parking area, we could do all, and we did.. it was a lovely kiss and it was a lovely touchy feel) and we swept away briefly to reach Pinkberry for eating.
When I got back for the second part of the day (the afternoon meetings) three of the four partners started to chat with me with the openly clear intention to see how much I could have fun in life.
Oh, Gawd.
Males.
World would be such a boring place without you guys (of course I declined all invitations and flirts. But you all know I LOVE to hold people in the palm of my hand. I just do. Can’t help…).
Adam and Angela together again on Saturday
Meeting ended at around 3 and 30 pm.
Karim went again picking me up cos we had to run to LAX again for leaving again.
Talk about hectic things.
And again, a missed chance.
“Too bad we don’t even have time to stroll a bit through Beverly Hills and buy something…”
Karim quipped.
Erm…
In fact, that’d have been such a glorious idea at a certain point.
Why?
Answer is in this collage.
Yep, that is.
Angela Bellotte again, the Ford Model girl that has done one of the Abercrombie&Fitch campaign that I loved the most and it’s so rare to see Adam so openly happy around, and with this girl it has happened already in August, in September and now, that it’s natural to guess the state of their bond at the moment.
They look ADORABLE together.
Adam actually tweeted that “I love today” before Angela was seen with him and actually at Teddy’s I don’t have reports that she was there yet (yes, I did ask Karim’s powerful contact there… but he said that of course he did not know ALL about Friday night, so he can’t assure me that).
Adam and Anne Vyalitsyna
In fact Adam is actually following on twitter Anne Vyalitsyna after the Sports Illustrated event , and these pics tell the meeting was not just a chat AND so the hook up on Valentine knowing him can surely having been done as well.
Nothing shocks us in the realm of his multiple task handling in the hunting field and still, the way these pics of him and Angela have hit my eyes directly paint great feelings to my acknowledge of lovey dovey dynamics.
Just the body language there is amazing.
And then there’s again the holding hands thing. Call me lightweight… but holding hands in itself is cuteness and tells about feelings often way more than a kiss.
Adam and Angela holding hands (aww)
I know well… cos I never liked hand in hand prior meeting Karim.
Can’t help.
I see them together so well.
I did immediately.
She just seems Adam’s type in full.
I get butterflies and feel so happy for him when I see them coupling.
Right, look those pictures and then know Adam tweeted again on Sunday, before asking above for a determined choice of weather (impling some strolling around? biking? taking her anywhere cute? Awww):
“holy shit im happy… now what?“
This tweeting explaines why he’s not on the mountains sharing snowboard fun with Jesse and the guys.
My Maroon5 are all Snowboard Kings
As a snowboarder, I was ready to bash him until I saw the reason for his giving up there.
And love conquers it all, doesn’t it?
So…
what can I say.
I love to imagine Adam happy and I want him being happy. Angela, make him so. I would really be grateful for that (it’s not ironic…I TRULY mean this. I still wanna f*** him but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to think of him in love, or that I cannot wishing him that. Adam’s joy is my joy).
Today I am home, weatehr is not that great but we are riding Swifty again (he feels better now, my baby) and enjoying cozyness in Italy.
I’m blessed, happy, and everything’s so fine.
And Frozen Pinkberry is one of the most tasty things in the whole world.
from: http://www.irishcentral.com: Mr. Big, Irish American actorChris Noth, had to undergo radical boot camp surgery to shed 20 pounds for his bedroom scenes in “Sex and the City 2.”
Producers told him a body double would be needed if he didn’t drop the weight quickly, according to the Daily Mail.
Noth went to a boot camp in Brazil for several weeks to lose the extra poundage — and succeeded just in time.
“Luckily Chris’s weight loss was sufficient and a stand-in wasn’t required,” says an insider.
“He did really well to lose it and is proud that his cheeks will now be seen by millions of ‘Sex and the City’ fans.”
Condoms that do not fit right could break and may reduce sexual pleasure for both partners, suggesting reasons why men and women often fail to use them, researchers reported.
The study has implications for countries trying to encourage people to use condoms to reduce the risk of AIDS, other sexually transmitted infections and unwanted pregnancy, the researchers reported in the journal Sexually Transmitted Infections.
“Men and their female sex partners may benefit from public health efforts designed to promote the improved fit of condoms,” Dr. Richard Crosby of the University of Kentucky and Dr. Bill Yarber of the Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender and Reproduction in Indiana wrote.
They surveyed 436 men aged 18 to 67 for their study.
Nearly half — 45 percent — said they had used a badly fitting condom during the previous three months.
These men were more than 2 times as likely to say the condom broke or slipped when they used it. They also often reported it was irritating to wear.
The men who wore poorly fitting condoms were twice as likely to say that using one reduced sexual pleasure for themselves and their partners.
The findings may make some people giggle, but the researchers said the implications were serious. Men will often not buy condoms sized “small” or even “medium,” they said.
“Moreover, the increased likelihood that men using ill-fitting condoms will remove condoms before sex ends constitutes another form of condom failure. Fortunately, it seems likely that these problems could be rectified through education programs,” the researchers wrote.
Sex is my favorite thing to do. Simply put, sex is my favorite:
1. Hobby;
2. Stress reliever;
3. Exercise; and
4. Way to celebrate.
Buckeyes Boy and I had an amazing sex life…until he returned to work. His hectic schedule was a downer in every sense of the word. After our recent talks in late October 2009, he had been making an effort to be more affectionate, though. And, that (thankfully) translated into a little more lovin’ for yours truly.
Around this time, I started to realize that when I dressed in lingerie, we wouldn’t have sex. Never. He would compliment me on how I looked, even asking to check out the ensemble from different angles. But, his stress, exhaustion and constant malaise always won out over his love of lingerie. If I was wearing glasses, sweats and no makeup, however, we might have sex. I enjoy lingerie irrespective of whether an outfit leads to sex, but it’s just fascinating to me how much our routine changed when he went back to work.
Usually, I would go to bed an hour or two before Buckeyes Boy. When we kissed goodnight, I’d say,
I’ll be in the bedroom if you want anal.
Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t. Most times I would realize that we were going to be having sex when he kissed me more than once after he got into bed. (He’s lucky that I’m a light sleeper.)
On one occasion in early November, we both surprisingly got ready for bed at the same time, and Buckeyes Boy began making out with me while I was still at the vanity. We moved to the bed, and our clothes were on the floor in record time. As he went for the lube, he asked if I should take Nutter [my dog] off of the bed.
Me: Well, I’m going to be smart and put her in the living room. [A few friends with dogs suggested that I move Nutter out of our bedroom during sex because she might think that Buckeyes Boy and I are fighting, rather than making love. Nutter had never barked or moved from her crate when we were having sex before, but I’m sure that all the biting, slapping and spanking confused her.]
I quickly brought Nutter to the living room and went back to bed. Before he put the lube on and went inside my ass, I decided to give Buckeyes Boy a blow job. Of course, I’ve done that before, but I focused a lot more on the perineum (the sensitive area between the base of the cock and the ass).
I alternated between licking that area and flicking my tongue on that spot as I gave him a hand job with rubbing my finger on that spot as I put his cock or his balls in my mouth. Buckeyes Boy always enjoyed when I went down on him, but I could tell that he really appreciated how I mixed it up.
When he was as hard as I had ever seen him, I reached for the lube. We started having anal with me on top, facing him, and then flipped over. We finished off in our favorite position of late. I was on my back facing him with my butt on the edge of the bed. He was over me, off of the bed, and my leg was on his shoulder. (Yes, we are both very flexible.) That angle also allowed him to bite my legs as he was thrusting. (And, yes, our penchant for rough sex resulted in a lot of bruises on my calves and ankles to match the bruises on my arms and upper back.)
After he came and we were lying on top of each other, I noticed the oh-so-unpleasant aroma of shit in the air. (Unfortunately, as I mentioned in my Anal 3.0 post, that can happen with anal sex, but it’s never fun.) Buckeyes Boy and I both got up to go to the bathroom so I didn’t say anything. I hoped that he didn’t even smell what I smelled, but when I returned to the bedroom, I couldn’t deny it any longer.
Me: Uuuhhh…this room smells like ass!
Buckeyes Boy: It’s all that tostada pizza you’ve been eating. [I’m a huge fan of CPK’s Tostada Pizza, and since sex with Buckeyes Boy was no longer a daily occurrence, I was no longer eating light every night.]
We both start cracking up and simultaneously say,
That could be a blog post!
Me: I need to go get a candle.
I walked down the hall toward the living room and felt like the odor got progressively stronger. Why did my whole place smell like shit?
I turned on the light as I went to get a candle and Nutter and saw the reason why. My sweet little dog – who had never had an accident in the living room before – peed and pooped on my Oriental rug.
I picked her up from the couch and started laughing to myself.
Me: Guess who peed and shit on the carpet? [Buckeyes Boy looks at me with wide eyes.] So apparently, she’s pissed at you if I leave her in the bedroom when we have sex, but she’s pissed at me if I take her out.
Buckeyes Boy: That’s your girl.
I cleaned up the carpet, put a candle in the bedroom and since I didn’t have any Lysol, I sprayed Thierry Mugler’s Angel in the living room. It took a few hours for the smell to leave my bedroom, but it took days for the smell of Angel to be gone. (I guess I went a little overboard since at the time, I thought the perfume smelled better than Nutter’s poop.) I haven’t worn Angel since, but I guess it’s better than having my living room smell like crap.
Although women tend to make a bigger deal about Valentine’s Day than men, when it comes to money spent, they are only half as committed to the holiday as their masculine counterparts. Last year, on average, each American male spent over $150 dollars on his respective love interest. The average woman, on the other hand, dolled out only 85 bucks.
9. Condom Sales Are Highest on Valentine’s Day
According to condom giant Durex, prophylactic sales are about 25 percent higher than usual on Valentine’s Day. This interesting fact may help explain the statistics reported in fact ten. The reality is that men become awfully generous around February 14 and fact number nine seems to reveal why.
8. March and Pregnancy Tests go Hand in Hand
This interesting fact seems to follow naturally from number nine. Statistically, at-home pregnancy test sales reach their zenith in the month following Valentine’s Day as the consequences of all those romantic couplings are realized.
7. Florists Make A Killing Around Valentine’s Day
It may come as no surprise to learn that florists tend to jack up their prices around February 14. However, the actual dollar amounts are eye-popping. The cost of a dozen roses skyrockets as much as 30 percent around the romantic season reaching as high as $100 when individual stocks run low.
6. Millions Purchase Valentines for Their Pets
You may think the day of love is only for those in romantic relationships. However, single people need love too, and when a suitable human is not available, they turn to the next best thing. According to several surveys, as many as nine million people purchase Valentine’s Day presents for their pets each year.
5. Women Don’t Need Men on Valentine’s Day
If you’ve ever seen women comparing Valentine’s Day bouquets at the office, you know size does matter. However, as far as many women are concerned, anything is better than nothing. Surprisingly, as much as 15 percent of American women send themselves roses on February 14 to save face in front of their judging co-workers.
4. Romance is Only A Tiny Part Valentine’s Day
Although it may seem like the greeting card industry relies on the promise of sex for much of its sales, romantic encounters have nothing to do with the majority of their profits. Statistically, most Valentine money is spent on teachers, followed by children, moms and, finally, wives and girlfriends.
3. Women Prefer Cards to Flowers
When it comes to Valentines Day, women are relatively miserly compared to their free-spending husbands and boyfriends. However, they do appear to rank higher in sentimentality. Of the one billion valentines purchased every year, females are responsible for over 80 percent of all sales.
2. Flowers Are A Man’s Best Friend
While women prefer to express their romantic feelings through a carefully-selected greeting card, men seem to prefer the traditional means. Husbands and boyfriends buy over seventy percent of all the flowers bought on Valentine’s Day each year.
1. In Japan, Men Receive More Valentines
Just as mega-jeweler De Beers used clever marketing to cultivated the traditional presentation of a diamond as an engagement present in the U.S., Japanese companies have forged a similar campaign to encourage spending on Valentine’s Day. Except their marketing ploy is aimed at women. Thanks to a powerful campaign by the Japan’s chocolate industry, Japanese women are now traditionally expected to purchase chocolate for their men every Valentine’s Day.
Thank you for my continued good health, and the good health of my children, their mother, my parents and sister, and all of my other family members and friends. I know that I am truly blessed to continue to enjoy so many good people who remain in my life.
Thank you for my beloved children, and for the fact that they are happy, healthy, intelligent, and well adjusted. Please help me to be a better father — the best father I can be to them. And help them to adjust as well as possible to the many curve balls that their lives will experience throughout the years.
Thank you for the abundance in my life: my many friends and so many ways to share my life with them; our material and physical comfort; and the many resources at my disposal — my talents and abilities, my experience and my trusted advisors.
Thank you for all the good that my wife has brought into my life. And even as I release her back to your care, I hope you will continue to look after her, and help her to find happiness and comfort.
I am ready for the next phase of my life, and I welcome it gladly. I embrace new opportunities to put my talents and resources to their best use. I am ready to speak and write and sing and think and create and move and lead and follow and model and play and forge a new path.
Help me to give well. Help me to receive well. Help me to align my talents and my desires to become more effective at making a better life for myself and for others. Many, many others.
And finally, thank you for the love already in my life, and help me to continue to find love in my life — including romantic love. Again, help me to give love well, and to likewise receive it well.
I don’t know how much longer I have here on this Earth. Help me to make the most of my remaining time.
I have been thinking a lot about my interaction with MM over the past few days and needed to take a bit of a break from writing. The ideas were swirling around in my head and I was having a difficult time making sense of them. I haven’t talked to MM in 4 days. The last time we spoke, his W found out that we had been speaking, and that he was emailing me, despite her strict instructions to the contrary. They had a physical fight, where she grabbed his phone to see what he had been doing (emailing me, duh), and hit him and pushed into a door, breaking it off its hinges. He didn’t raise a hand to her, dutifully packed his bags and went to stay at a neighbors’ house. He didn’t speak back to her, he didn’t tell her to mind her own business, he didn’t tell her he was leaving her. What he told me was that he was sad. What he told me was that his w called his mother, so when he wished his mother a happy birthday, his mother was angry at him for speaking to me. He changed his facebook profile picture because his mother told him to. Grow up! I asked him that while this had nothing to do with me, if his children fought with each other the way his w treated him, would they have been punished? Would the one who had been hit, been the one to slink away? Did he think that his marriage, or what’s left of it, concerns his mother? Did he call her? Did he think that his w was right to involve her? Were there no boundaries in his life? Was he going to let everyone else decide for him, what he should do, what he will do, what he must do? He didn’t move out; he was thrown out. He didn’t leave his w. He was sad. He asked me to come see him over the weekend and I said no. You want to see me, come to me. He asked me to travel with him this week and I said no. Absolutely not. He asked me to understand that he may not be able to speak to me or email for a while and would that be okay. And I said no, it would not. And yet, he hasn’t called. He hasn’t emailed. I haven’t heard from him. I’m not sad. I understand. I forgive him.
I had dinner with a male friend last night that I’ve known since kindergarten. He was my jacks partner, my card game of spit partner. And he’s so handsome now. He’s so married now, with 5 kids and living all the way across the country. We’ve been in touch on and off since we parted ways scholastically in 1978. There was a period of time that he tried to court me, but I was oblivious to his advances. I was dating my husband at the time and my friend was just too subtle, so I never picked up on it. Over dinner, last night, he told me that he thought that we should have married. Yet we didn’t. There was a pull between us and we kissed. It felt like I had been kissing him my entire life. And he leaned over and said “I feel like we’ve been kissing forever.” I couldn’t stay. Because I really wanted to. Because I would fall in love with him and ask him to leave his wife for me. And he would say no. And I can’t live with the asking or the answer. It was so sad. In the pit of my stomach sad – for a life I should have had, had I not be so oblivious to him; could have had, because he was and has been part of my life forever, and should have had, because in some immutable way, some undefinable way, we were, are and have always been connected. Ah, the one that got away. It was very sad.
MM called me today. I sent him an email, before he was kicked out of his house, telling him that through this all, he never asked me what I was thinking, what I felt, where my head was at. He said that he had read that email so many times that the words were burned into his brain. And he wanted to know. I sent that email a week ago. A fucking week ago. He didn’t call me over the weekend, he didn’t call me when he was ona business trip, he didn’t call me until today, a fucking week later. And wanted to know. But, he couldn’t really talk because he had a meeting in 1/2 hour that he had to prepare for, but he wanted to know. He didn’t want to know. And I asked him what he was thinking – are you deciding whether to stay with your wife or be with me? If I say that I don’t want you to come and be with me, you’re going to stay in your marriage? Are you back in the house? Sleeping in the same bed with her? How’s the sex? Yes, he said, if you don’t want to be with me, I’m going to stay; she loves me and wants to be with me. I asked why he was confusing control for love. (I can’t even breathe.) Why are you sad, I asked him. Why are you feeling like you’re finally being honest to yourself and you’re sad. Why aren’t you feeling better and more confident? I’m sad, he says, for the kids. Bullshit. Enough about laying your garbage at the feet of your children. If, he asks, I move out and come to you, I will be 200 miles from my children to be with you; do you love me? do you want me? If you say, no, I will stay. What should I say? What would you say? What could I say to that? What I said was, once again, darling, I’m not a first choice, I’m a fall back. Once again, I’m not the first choice, I’m the safety net. I should have ended this a year ago; I would have had more choices, opportunities, been less vulnerable; I could have escaped unscathed. Would have, could have, should have.
Are you back in the house? Yes. Are you sleeping in the same bed as her? Yes. Are you fucking her? **Chuckle** There’s no sex. But you’re getting into the same bed with her, night after night, instead of sleeping in the guest room? Well, he says, you were going through a divorce and your husband was sleeping in the same bed as you. Yes, I said, but I asked him not to, I slept in my daughters’ rooms, my girls slept in my bed so he could be elsewhere. (Why am I explaining anything to him? It’s not the same. You get into bed with your wife every night and want to know if I want you to be with me? Get out of her bed, get out of her house. Be a man. Grow up.) So, he asks, tell me what you’ve been thinking. And I say, now is not a good time for you. Call me when you have time to talk. Two and a half hours later, he called to tell me that he was meeting a friend to “talk to him about what’s going on” and that he would call me in the morning. Ok. Fuck you.
I’m floundering. I don’t know what to do, but I do know what to do. He should leave. He should stay. I could tell him to come to me. I could tell him to stay where he is.
With Valentines day just around the corner, love is on many peoples minds. Closely connected with love is intimacy, both nonsexual as well as sexual intimacy. Relationships are built or broken based upon several key ingredients that either build bonds or obliterate them. For a relationship to be healthy, it is critically important to build a foundation consisting of communication, which enables us to understand each others wants and needs, as well as conveying our own wants and needs to our partner. With proper communication in which our values are understood and mutually respected, we are better able to be understanding, which in turn leads to trust, that brings us closer to the person we love. If we learn to respect our partners values, we are naturally drawn closer to each other. In addition to these ingredients, if we are attracted to our partner, we are well on our way toward being intimate with each other. Intimacy that begins with kissing, softly touching each other, and other non sexual communication and contact, will likely progress to the sexual expression of intimacy. It is however extremely important to construct a foundation that is based upon honesty, respect, and trust, along with compatibility, if the relationship is to grow, and ideally, flourish. As we all have different requirements, and needs, finding balance is the greatest key to reaching our relationship goals. We all attach different levels of importance to sex, and our sexual requirements vary widely, as do our requirements for all of the other components of a healthy and happy relationship. If we are willing to occasionally compromise, we are more likely to develop balance in our relationship, which increases the likelihood of having a happy, satisfying, and enduring connection with our partner.
Some things are better left unsaid, while other things are best shouted from the rooftops… figuring out which is which remains the challenge.
My journey in blogging began one year ago this month and I’ve learned that as a writer I have to write whether I feel inspired or not. My inspiration today is ReflectionsByPj’s one-year anniversary.
Creation date for ReflectionsByPj: February 09, 2009
First Blog posted: February 21, 2009
Months with Most Hits: February 2009 and February 2010
Highest Monthly Hits: 452
Most Hits in one day: 162
Average Daily Hits: 59
Total Hits: approximately 5,000
Total Post: 39
Average Timeframe for New Post: 10 days
Top 6 Post per viewers opinion beginning with the highest:
1) Doctors Orders
2) The Disturbed Character
3) He Knows Me
4) The Iron Skillet
5) Is Your Child Holding You Prisoner
6) Long After I Am Gone
Accomplishments:
A) Fan Page Created – 273 Fans
B) Email Subscription Created – 39 Subscriptions
C) Posted on WKRN News Channel 2’s – Nashville Is Talking
D) Joined Twitter
E) Newest Venture – writing book reviews for Thomas Nelson Publishing
Goals for the next year:
1) Double yearly hits
2) New blog posted every 5 days or a total of 73 blogs for the year
3) Write more about daily experiences accumulated
4) Acquire an additional 100 email subscribers
5) 3 speaking engagements
To those of you reading, thank you, beyond what I know to say. You have encouraged me with words and prayers and given me freedom to share my voice, and for that, again, I say thank you. I pray that through these writings you find comfort in knowing you’re not alone, encouragement to keep pressing forward, laughter that makes your heart sing, and joy that makes your soul leap. Above all, I pray that you are always seeking wisdom, that the eyes of your heart are enlightened, and that in living you find everlasting life. There is more to your life than you ever thought and there is more to your story than what you have read. “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those that love Him.” 1Corinthians 2:9 NIV
By the way, my favorite posts, in no particular order, are as follows:
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Mr. Big, Irish American actorChris Noth, had to undergo radical boot camp surgery to shed 20 pounds for his bedroom scenes in “Sex and the City 2.”
