BASTARD ALERT!!! (Take the bastard test!!)

TAKE THE BASTARD TEST!!! (Parental Advisory!) Are you attracted to bastards? Take the test and find out. The following story is a reprint. The first step in finding Mr Right is to absolve yourself of the attraction to bastards..... I think alot of the time when women claim that they cannot find true love, it is because they are looking for that devilishly handsome, sexy bastard that every woman dreams of taming. Ladies, the truth is that for most bastards, it will be a long time coming, before they become good husbands, if ever. Most women need to be bastard deprogrammed at some point in their lives. Don't be ashamed if you do, -just get on the phone to bastard-rehab and make an appointment-FAST! What do I mean by bastard? Well lets discuss. Being sexy and/or handsome doe's not make him a bastard of course, but these are some clues that he just might be a bastard. he has alot of sex appeal but not too much emotional appeal he is OVERconfident, like he knows he's the sh*t He's quite sweet and charming in the beginning, yet as time goes on, you notice he is colder and colder for no conceivable reason. As soon as he has you hooked, he begins to lie and manipulate until you don't know up from down anymore. He has ex-wives or ex-girlfriends who want to kill him! The break up of his last relationship was ALL HER FAULT! Yes, he's been in jail for domestic violence but only because she nagged all the time, and drove him to it. Yes, he's married but he didn't tell you because he loves you so much and did not want to lose you. He's super -good in bed. 'honey he ought to be, with all that practice bedding everything from teenagers to grandmothers The fact is that bastards are very sexy, of course they are they're so bad-boyish and unpredictable! You never know if they will show up for dates, make a pass at your mother, fall in love with your best friend, when you are 8 months pregnant, or "leave your ass for a white girl" You can usually tell when a friend is dating a bastard. After all if the knot on her forehead doesn't let you know the astronomical psychiatric bills should. I am convinced the reason many women have a hard time finding lasting true love is simply because women are conditioned to be attracted to bastards. In all the romance novels, the heroine finds some bastard, tames him, makes him hers and lives happily ever after. In real life, she probably would not make it to her 30th birthday before the men in white coats had to haul her away. Why? because the bastard would have caused her to lose her sanity! Ladies, we MUST lose our attraction to bastards. Loving marriages and bastards do not go together! Oh! you swear that you are not attracted to bastards, read the following story; and if your pulse starts to race, your heart starts to pound, or you get so excited you have to take a cold shower, then,- hurry girl, call bastard-rehab quick, because honey you are on full BASTARD ALERT! TAKE THE BASTARD TEST! Read the following story and note how you feel. If you find yourself making excuses for our male protagonist, -you may have a problem resisting bastards. Check your results at the end. The following story is NOT for children! (Parental Advisory!) Alisha was determined to break up with Antonio this time-he was not going to sweet talk her anymore! She tore through the house snatching all of his favorite things and throwing them quickly into the black trash bag. " this is what he gets, she thought angrily. "A big black trash bag of expensive stuff, free to the neighbors!" Foot ball jersey, lead crystal, designer towels, and bedding, brand new in the package, anything she could fit, was going in. 'That Italian son-of-a-bitch!' She thought angrily, she grabbed handfuls of his designer suits, cuff links and a full jewelry case, and tossed it all into the bag, She knew the items were worth thousands. She had been with him when he purchased most of it. Then, struggling to lift it, she opened the large picture window and let the over sized bag slide from of her sweaty palms over the edge of the sill. It hit the ground with a resounding thud, and was instantly ripped open by greedy neighbors. This was the 3rd one she had tossed out, she noted with satisfaction that the neighborhood people were enthusiastically going through Antonio's expensive things like a free garage sale. They knew the routine. Everybody knew that when a female is throwing out her man's stuff -hurry and get it before he comes back. Word had spread, and the crowd outside had gotten quite thick. As she filled another bag, she thought about their 3 years together and how she had loved him beyond reason, and now she knew for certain this other bitch was pregnant by him! She wanted to cut him and kill her! She was so hurt and angry she could hardly breathe. She sank down into the thick pile carpeting, starring at herself in the mirrored closet door. Her usually beautiful, dark face looked like hell right about now. She was unkempt, her hair was long and wild, and her sweaty red dress clung to her curves for dear life. She had to have a shower. She couldn't leave like this, there were too many people outside. She would take a fast shower, then she would get the hell out of here. Pulling herself unsteadily to her feet, she stepped into the luxury bath and took a fast, steaming hot shower. Then yanking open the walk in closet door, she grabbed the first thing of hers she saw, a clean white tee and pair of gray jogging pants. This large, luxury 6 br house belonged to Antonio, yet plenty of her stuff was here, the result of their 3 year long relationship. She raked a brush through her long, thick hair and grabbed her purse. " I'll just leave town" she resolved. " I am so f*cking done with him! I'm going to leave this bastard forever" She turned toward the door, but not fast enough... A moment later, The people outside heard the distinct sound of a customized BMW and knew Antonio was back. People grabbed stuff from the bag desperately and ran, Nobody wanted to feel his wrath. A moment later, Antonio's large 6.4 bulky frame emerged from the car. His blue eyes looked like dark ice in his chiseled face, his black hair glistened from the fast shower he had taken at the gym, and his body was toned and taut. The women caught their breath as he reached back to grab his gym bag. His muscles straining against the expensive material of his shirt. He looked like the hero in a Harlequin romance, even in his enraged state. His best friend had informed him that Alisha knew about Kim, and rumor was, that she was leaving him. His handsome face was set in an anchor of stone. His presence as intimidating as a thunderstorm, people backed away as he passed by. Moving as if he were the head lion returning to his pride, he bounded up his walk way. 'This bitch thinks she's leaving me! she got another thing coming' He thought angrily. He made the money, she didn't, she had nothing! 'her little black ass would still be in the hood scrounging for something to eat if it hadn't been for me!' he thought angrily. I gave her a better life, took her places she would have never seen, bought her things people from the hood don't bother dreaming about, cause they know it'll never happen, and she thinks she's leavin' me? His anger increased, and matched his strides. Moving into the house, he took the stairs 2 at a time. A moment later he caught sight of Alisha's beautiful, frightened face trying to run down the back spiral staircase that led from the kitchen. In one felt swoop he jumped the railing, threw his gym bag aside, and grabbed her arm. She turned, tears streaking from her chestnut colored eyes. "leave me alone Tony!" she shrieked, trying to pull away from his vice-like grip. " I hate you- and I'm leaving you, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it! " "You sure baby" he hissed in her ear, "you sure about that?" In an instant he had grabbed her around her small waist, and easily lifted her up, carrying her effortlessly back up the stairs. " Stop! No please! Tony, put me down! " Alisha forgot she was angry, now she was scared, Antonio had a fierce temper and she had seen him reduce grown men to simpering masses on more than one occasion. He carried Alisha back into his bedroom and threw her roughly on the bear skin comforter. His face was unreadable, but she knew exactly what he had in mind when he unbuckled his belt. Alisha turned to run. With lightning speed he was across the room. He grasped the top edge of Alisha's white tee, and ripped it from her shaking body before she had time to think. "So you leavin me huh baby" His tone was cold, and low. Alisha felt rising panic. Fighting back, she raked her nails over his handsome face. She was ill prepared when he drew back his hand and slapped her with such strength, her jaw felt dislocated. She fell back on the bed disoriented, and sobbing. Antonio watched her as he took his time removing his clothes. She obviously needed a reminder that she belonged to him! Alisha starred up at him trembling. Her mind was screaming run, but she felt paralyzed in fear by his cold callus stare. When he closed in on her, she tried to resist, but to no avail, He was far, far too strong. Easily he flung her back to the bed as she tried to escape, with such force, the wind was knocked from her. Grasping her bra, he gave it a hard tug, and it was ripped from her body. Her large breasts bounded free. Lowering his head, he sucked them hungrily. Then, moving to the edge of the bed, he pulled her struggling body to him and and snatched off her jogging pants. She was naked except for her bikini panties. Her breath coming out in short, fear-filled pants as she tried to escape across the bed away from his searching hands. It was no use, pushing her body into the soft mattress, his mouth came down once again on her breasts, rough and demanding. exploring her with his tongue like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His hands, hard and unsympathetic, pulled her trembling thighs apart, He drank in the sight of her shaking in fear, enjoying her terror. Her cries for help went unanswered as he ripped the panties away with one hand, holding her down with the other, his fingers playing in the dark curls between her thighs "so your black ass thought you were goin' somewhere huh' lisha?" He mocked, his cold blue eyes raked over her. "Just thought I'd give you a goin' away gift." Alisha was crying hysterically as he moved away and yanked her, once again to the edge of the bed. His hands, over her flesh were rough and frightening. "please, Antonio-" she begged, Trying to push his large determined body away from hers. Like a fox he watched and waited until she tried to lift herself from the bed. As soon as she did, he grabbed both legs, pulled them up and apart, and pushed himself roughly inside of her. She screamed helplessly as he took her in long, deep, powerful strokes. Her cries for help, and shrieks of pain only served to make him more excited. Alisha's hands flailed wildly but she couldn't get away from the blinding pain no matter how she tried. Antonio, his eyes glazed over in ecstasy, seemed not to hear her. She sobbed with pain, and when he bent to kiss her, she hog spit in his face. He calmly wiped his face and then turning back, he slapped Alisha so hard her lip started to bleed. "Want me t'show you how rough this shit can get baby?" He hissed in her ear, his voice was menacing, and without compassion. "you know I love it rough -so let me know if that's how you want it!" Alisha shook her head no, crying to hard to answer. He took a tissue from the box and gently wiped the blood and tears from her sad face. Then winding his hand in her long dark hair, he pulled her head back and kissed her over her face, her throat, her lips, then finally back to her throat. He knew exactly how to turn her body against her. forcefully, he took her to his heart's content, moving in and out of her body like he owned her. After all he did, she belonged to him and he was never going to let her go. Her screams gave way to quiet sobs, as he held her body 'open' to receive him. He rode her until her body yielded, and just as he knew it would, began to betray her. He could feel the difference as her arousal deepened against her will. The pain giving way to something different... something slow and indescribably sweet... The heat starting in the center of her body moved outward until it threatened to consume her. Antonio's movements increased in tempo, he was reaching his peak as well. Alisha clawed the sheets as he took her to new heights, then everything was exploding. She found herself shaking, screaming and drifting back to earth, her body wracked by tremors of pleasure she could not control. When he finally moved off of her, Alisha was cried out, spent, and whimpering softly into the pillow. She felt so much pleasure and pain, she could hardly move. Antonio watched her like a tiger watching it's prey. A coy smile tugged at the corner of his sensuous mouth. Expertly, he feigned remorse, pulling his girlfriend gently toward him, he buried his face in her sweet smelling hair. Finally giving her the gentle tenderness he knew she was desperate for. He was an expert on women, and knew exactly what to do, when to do it and which technique to use. He even knew that although he had just beaten, and raped her, her attraction for him had just gone through the roof and there was not a snow ball's chance in hell of her leaving him. He was a true bastard. And a true bastard always knows exactly how to make a woman putty in his hands. Alisha was no exception. A second later, as he knew she would, she laid her head onto his bulky shoulder and began to cry. Antonio played his role to the hilt. Murmuring endearments to her as she cried, and kissing her gently. He 'knew ' instinctively that now was the time to give her love and affection. He could almost feel her fighting with herself trying not to forgive him, trying to fight the love and attraction tearing at her soul, he also knew she would lose that fight. He spread his muscled arms wide, and smiled with satisfaction as she slowly moved into them. His blue eyes were mysterious, and calculating. He knew she wasn't going anywhere, the look in her eyes told him everything she would not say. His smile was self-assured, and cunning, but Alisha couldn't see it. She was too busy wrapping herself in his arms, and holding on for dear life. His lips gently brushed her soft brown cheeks. Expertly Antonio feigned repentance. " Baby don't leave me!" he whispered cunningly. "I love you, I just can't lose you-I.... I don't know what I would do if I lost you." He let his voice trail off sadly. Alisha fell for it. Pulling him close, she wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders and accepted his kisses. Her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, but also with trepidation as she gazed at him. How could she forgive him after what he just did? Yet, how could she let him go? Her attraction for him was so strong, it felt like a living thing. More alive than the orgasm she was still shaking from! Even as a part of her hated him right now, a stronger part of her was hopelessly in love and attracted in a way she had never experienced before. ' I swear that kid ain't mine baby," Tony lied easily. He was not about to let a little thing like honesty cause him to lose her. "That little trick has been on my d*ck since day one-but you know you're the only one for me!" He scrutinized her face so he would know how to adjust the story. "Baby, you're my everything, I love you so much, I can't even describe it! The thought of losing you just made me crazy!. " He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, gently kneading her breast until she gasped. Suddenly the thought of losing Antonio was just too much for Alisha to bear. Her resolve to leave, sliding away like her tears, into her pillow. "It's not even his!" ' she told herself, as Antonio's hands ran gently over her body. " My baby would never do that! She decided. She forgot about the fact that' her baby' had just beaten and raped her. She forgot that he has seemed to enjoy the sound of her screams. And she forgot that she could almost read the lies written on his handsome face. All she remembered was how sweet and loving, and contrite he was right now..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PS. If you are sweating or breathing hard right now, you may have a BA (bastard alert) If you know you were attracted to Antonio, then yes, (don't bother denying it) you probably Do have a bastard alert. But if you are lighting up a cigarette right now and asking yourself "Dayuuummm, why that dumb bitch wanna leave him!" Child, check yourself into rehab right away -cause you definitely have a BASTARD MEGA-ALERT!!! Bastard-deprogramming, is here to help you (please call 1800-Bastard) -All major insurance accepted. PSS. PLEASE DO NOT GIVE YOUR BASTARD THE ADDRESS OF OUR FACILITY! ____________________________________________________________ QUALITIES *MANY BASTARDS HAVE* THAT ATTRACT WOMEN I wanted to inject some levity into this post not because I believe in making fun of rape, but because I wanted to make the situation more palatable, and easier to talk about. The truth is that many women are attracted to bastards. Lets face it, many of them are sexy (like the one above) but that does not negate the fact that he is an a**hole who beat and his raped his girl after she found out that he cheated on her! The truth is that in order to have healthy relationships, you ladies will have to deprogram yourselves from bastards. Most women who don't have a good man usually don't have them because they are attracted to bastards, and cannot bring themselves to let a 'nice' guy into their space. Many women of all races are attracted to a strong/commanding /confident, and even slightly arrogant man. Many women cannot bring themselves to admit this, but it seems to be a common female trait. I will give you another example: ____________________________________________________ There was a guy named Donald who liked a friend of mine. (We'll call her Lara) He talked about her all the time and seemed to melt whenever she walked into the room. Well, she was totally uninterested, and made it clear she could not stand him. She often complained that she did not want him following her around. The more everyone told her what a nice guy he was the more turned off she seemed to become. One day he begged me to get her come to a wedding. His aunt was getting married, and he thought it would be perfect if she was there. I was already going, as I knew his aunt, so I asked Lara to come with my family. I knew better than to tell her he asked me to get her to come. She accepted the invite on the grounds that if he was there, I would not let him 'stalk her' as she put it. At the wedding she came in looking lovely like she always did. He could not seem to take his eyes off of her. I could feel her squirming under his gaze. I pulled him aside and secretly told him to play it cool and not to act like a fawning school boy. I told him to mingle with other people and not come off as a drooling puppy. Well, he got the hint, and did just that. He was doing fine, and she was looking perplexed, wondering why he 'ignoring her'. But a very weird thing happened later in the evening, that even I, could not have predicted. The DJ refused to play the music he (Donald ) wanted. (He had paid for the DJ) He, at first tried to talk sensibly to the DJ, but when that failed to yeild results, He went off and told the DJ off about the music. The DJ backed down and hurriedly put on what he wanted. That's when the odd thing occurred. I turned to find Lara looking at him with nothing but PURE ATTRACTION ON HER FACE!! She was flushed, and breathing deeply with hooded eyes. Her lips were half smiling and she was starring at Donald like she had never seen him before! He turned, saw the look on her face and without any coaxing from me, ( the boy learned fast) he beckoned her with a finger. She practically ran to him! He leaned down and said to her in a low voice, "I don't want anymore problems with you, you hear me? -either you wanna be my woman or you don't" She nodded eagerly, and threw her arms around his neck. Even he was shocked at the change, but I think it's obvious that when she saw him as simply 'nice", she equated it with boring, and lacking confidence. Because of this, she could not have been less interested. But when she saw the aggressive, commanding side of him, she couldn't get enough. They are still together by the way, and quite happy. The point is, this is why many women are attracted to bastards. They are commanding, confident, and generally charming. The problem is with bastards is, the host of negative characteristics usually far outweigh the positive. If you want a healthy long lasting love, you must deprogram yourself from the bastards.....

This week's Tips to meet him-and snag him.....

Welcome Ladies, Every week we'll feature 5 places to meet a great (White) Mr Right. + lessons, secrets, and tips...

So lets get started, shall we.... Places to meet single men (this week)

1. A friend's party. If you're looking for that special someone, try to make the social circles. It's so important to get out there and look for him. Then of course be sure to let him 'find' you. Try to have a little alone time because many men are reluctant to approach women who have an entourage around them.
2. Home shows: A lot of men who are single will go to home shows to browse and buy home items. A big give away that he is single is if he in NOT consulting anyone by sight or phone.
3. If you are a nurse or in the nursing profession, honey grab yourself a doctor! Many women have been known to go to medical school JUST to seize a good doctor. You will already have something in common (the hospital) and this should make small talk much easier....
4. Real Estate Open House: You can find many professional men at Real Estate open houses. They are there to purchase houses, or meet RE professionals, and they make excellent prospects. Also, you may meet contractors, agents, or other R.E. professionals...
5. Singing group: If you can sing, and you love it. Why not join a community choir or chorus and make some melody with a sexy single man! A singing group is a great place to meet someone who shares your passion. And as a bonus, music is also a great bonder between people. Some of the most famous couples in the world came together through music.....

Getting the man you want!!!

Lets start with a short basic lesson. It's very important to set yourself apart form other people when you are trying to get that certain someone to notice you. This is not hard, so don't despair.

1. Have a good attitude. One of the most important things a woman can do is have a good attitude. Lets face it. Sometimes life can be hard, but if you allow the things that can go wrong in life to keep you wallowing in misery... well most likely you'll be wallowing alone. Remain optimistic and focus on the good things in your life....
2. Deal from the strong points. This means go after people who are like you!!! If you are Halle, you can get a handsome super hot white model easily. But if you look like Whoopi, chances are that won't happen. If you have a great body and you are in shape, go after men who are likewise. Chances are you two will have something in common. (Exercise, and nutrition). If you are really smart, go after really smart men. You two can challenge each other's brains and really have a blast. The point is to deal from strength.....
3. Look for similar VALUES!!! It's perfectly ok for two people to be different colors, but different religions or different values often cause long term and painful feuds. No matter what, people should have similar values. They don't have to be exact, but they should be very similar. Imagine you believe in fidelity and he believes in open marriages! Can you imagine the turmoil? Imagine you believe that abortion is ok, and he thinks it's murder, and people should be jailed for it!!! You can almost envision that marriage as that hell on earth it's destined to become. Learn his values. Values are very important. What is really special to him? What would he never do, and what is no big deal? Really get into these types of discussions that allow you to view your mate's soul, You need someone you can share common values with, You need a substance that will bond you two together long after your looks and great bodies are gone...

If you ladies were paying attention to the clues in this lesson, you would have noticed how many times I used words like: imagine and view, envision, and look, and you would know from prior lessons, that I am a visual! Always pay attention to clues people give off....

Thank you all for tuning in: Hearing Man lesson in a few days......

How to reel him in....(part 1)

Lets talk about men....

I'm sure you have all noticed that there are some women, who men will do anything for. You know the kind, men will laugh at their dumb jokes, follow them like puppies, spend obscene amounts of money to impress them or even leave wives and children for them. I will give you 2 salient examples:



Cleopatra and Marilyn Monroe. These women knew exactly how to wrap men around their little fingers. Until he died Joe DiMaggio would not speak Marilyn's name because he loved her so much, that even her name was reverent to him. Author Miller (the writer) also fell so head over heels for her that he was unable to write a word for many, many years after her death- so bereaved was he! Cleopatra had herself snuggled in and delivered in a wrapped rug to Cesar and his court. She was an exiled queen, and had she been discovered by his guards, she would most certainly have faced death. Instead, when she rose from the covering and gave him her most coquettish smile, he was smitten and mesmerized, as was his court. Julius Cesar was a man who lived for warfare. He was so driven by the conquest of it, that nothing seemed able to keep him from war, which seemed to be his reason for being. Many, many women had tried to capture this great warrior. Women far more beautiful than Cleopatra, yet he had always grown tired of them, and returned to his first love, warfare. When Cleopatra came on the scene, He was so intrigued and hypnotised by her, that for the first time he allowed Rome to fall to ruins in his monstrous efforts to be with Cleopatra. So mesmerized was he, that he barely noticed his kingdom deteriorating before his eyes! After Cesar was murdered, Cleopatra did the same thing to Mark Anthony. He in fact left his brand new wife for her and completely forgot about his kingdom, and all spectre of his former life. Cleopatra had become his whole life....


People often think these women intrigued these men because they were beautiful, that could not be further from the truth. Cleopatra was purported to be quite plain in fact. Only men in love with her found her to be beautiful. Her real power lay in the fact that she knew how to seduce men into love with her. She was very much hated in Rome as she was a black Egyptian who easily seduced and captivated powerful white rulers. (which is why they hide her race on tv) These women had undeniable powers of attraction, there is no doubt about that. But what did they have that could turn men to mush and make them leave families and friends and even their most sacred obsessions? Well there are many things these women were doing but for comprehension sake, lets start with just one. I think we have all figured out by now that men are complicated creatures. For some strange reason, they never seem to want ANYTHING easy in their lives yet they seem more than willing to take the "easy" only to discard it later. They are truly a study of contradictions. They go to wars, and join police forces, climb mountains and put themselves in harms way in a thousand ways for the "thrill" or the complexity of the maneuver. Men love the complex. They quickly lose interest in the "easy" Neither Marilyn nor Cleopatra had "easy" ways about them they both had very complex personalities. Marilyn had the "little girl, seductress thing going on, and Cleopatra had a flip personality which was coquettish one moment and sullen, distant the next. Both played "roles" and both loved keep a man off balance. That being the key. We are not advocating for you to act like a nut or a fool. But you must change it up a little. never let him become complacent or bored. Let the different sides of you come out. Remain a challenge. Men are challenge seekers. There is a whole lot more to all of this but lets keep it simple and start with something quite basic.



Read the following story and see if you can tell what the "problem" is. -answer coming soon.


The night was dark and mysterious. Cynthia relaxed against the dark leather of the car seat and tried to get to know her blind date. He had just pulled away from a mountain bluff and a sunset he had just had to see. He had stared at it as if mesmerized. Cynthia found herself equally mesmerized by him. He was a fine man! Dark hair sparkling gray eyes rugged features. " I could fall for you, so easily" she thought to herself. Paul turned to her. Every dark hair in place, clean cut, impeccable, his hand-made suit cut perfectly for his large body, he seemed almost too perfect, physically anyway. "you like the sunset?" he asked, suddenly. "oh, uh... sure-it's ok" Cynthia thought that was an odd question. " So what do you like about being a florist" he asked casually. " oh well, I love how it makes people feel, you know they get so happy when they get flowers and-" He was looking at her like she had lost it. " interesting" was all he said. Cynthia felt like hitting him in the head. Why was it so hard to talk to him? As they pulled up into the restaurant she tried to connect again. "Why did you choose this restaurant? she asked, trying to lighten the tension between them. " He glanced down at her "look at it " he gestured at the beautiful French restaurant set atop a very expensive building and looking out on the water." a picture says a thousand words" As they entered, Cynthia noticed that everyone seemed to be catering to Paul. the maitre D almost knocked someone over to greet him and the wait staff and management alike seemed to act like fawning sycophants. she wondered what it must be like to live in that world where you had a lot of money and everyone was so smiling and fake. As they were seated she decided once again to try to engage him in conversation. She gestured to her new dress. "do you like it? it cost me a small fortune" she laughed. Paul glanced at her dress. it was a simple gray chiffon with the bodice cut lengthwise emphasizing her full bust and small waist, yet the color was a tad light for her skin tone. " the cut is very nice," he answered honestly "but the color is 2 shades too light, you're a winter and that was made for an autumn" Cynthia could feel her blood starting to boil! He was such a jerk! no wonder he was single -and she didn't care how fine or rich he was! Everything was going from bad to worse. She so regretted taking this blind date! " you just don't mind being an asshole do you?" she finally snapped. He actually looked amused " was I an asshole-because I told you the truth!, tell me what else can't I be honest about" Cynthia exhaled hard. The waitress set the food down and backed away, even she could feel the tension. A moment later he gestured the girl back, " that looks way too red, I'm not a caveman" he snapped at her. But his eyes were locked on Cynthia's for the first time all night. "what's the problem here? " he finally asked, quietly. " Cynthia shook her head and shrugged helplessly. She felt like crying but she didn't know why. Plus, she was not about give this jerk the satisfaction of seeing it. His dark gray eyes seemed to study her for a moment, roaming over her dark skin, full lips and thick black hair. She could tell he found her attractive, she had no idea why they were not connecting. It was the waitress who solved the mystery. Upon her return, she placed Paul's plate in front of him smiling, and trying to earn a better tip. He barely noticed her but when he saw her bloody thumbprint in his plate, he erupted. "What the hell! do you think I can eat this damn food with your bloody thumbprint in my plate? " Now all I'm going to see is that nasty thumbprint-I don't think I can eat a damn thing!" The girl was all apologies, and on the brink of tears. She hurriedly took the plate away. Cynthia was starring at him, amazed, yet amused for the first time. She thought she had an inkling as to the problem. " what the hell are you laughing at? he raged, His voice began to rise "you think it's funny! She brings me a plate with a nasty ass thumbprint in it and you think-" Cynthia held up her hand, cutting him off. "I know, I know, the nasty ass thumbprint
in your damn plate" Paul's face looked slightly red "no, you don't see where I'm coming from because it wasn't your plate!" That image almost made me sick..." His voice was rising once again. Everyone was starting to look their way. Cynthia knew she had to calm him down and fast. She rose half way up and pounded the table with her small fist. "you're right Paul," she said letting her voice grow louder by the second "it was gross and disgusting! My God a bloody thumbprint next to your food!" Now everyone was really turning their way. Paul stood and grabbed her arms pulling her back down "hey, hey, it's not that bad " he soothed. "it was an accident, that's all" his voice was back to normal and Cynthia let her voice come back down too. "Well just seeing it in that plate!" she said. "I mean looking at it-all bloody and-" Paul threw back his head and started to laugh. Cynthia stared at him a moment and then joined in. " you don't mind acting like a fool, do you " he asked. "no, I guess not, no more than you " she countered. He was quiet for a moment. "you know you really are beautiful in case I didn't tell you and you looked so sexy getting mad about my plate- that was too cute!" She smiled. A moment later a different waitress appeared with his meal and they had a great dinner. Paul was looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "I would love to see you again" he said quietly. I would love to see you too" Cynthia answered correctly.


Why was that the correct answer?
Why were Cynthia and Paul missing a connection at first?
Why was the conversation so strained?
Why did Cynthia start to emulate him, when he overeacted about the thumbprint?
Why did he suddenly start to see her and become attracted?

Do you know why? -find out soon.....

Ladies I have some tips for you:



Beauty tip:


Ladies if you have dark circles under your eyes or dry, uneven skin (dark and light areas) here is a simple solution. Buy a cheap stick of cocoa butter that you can get from the hair stores and dab a little on your face, in several areas. Put a few drops of water on your fingers and rub it in with the cocoa butter all over your face. Then blot. This will even the tone of your skin and give you a radiant glow. For even more beautiful skin, drink alot of water and take a daily vitamin, and a calcium pill. Meleleuka makes an excellent vitamin and calcium formula. You can actually see the incredible difference in about a week. My skin is so lovely from this routine, I skip the make up period and just wear chap stick. No, I am not bragging but you guys know we already have pretty skin, this routine just makes it really, really pretty. You'll see what I mean soon.... You can reach meleleuka at 1800-282-3000. Ask for a catalog.


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