White chocolate preferred....

Short lesson, on out-competing other women....

2010-01-21T15:09:00.006-05:00

Sorry people, I know it's been a really long time for this blog, I've been really busy the last few months, and don't expect it slow down any time soon, but I will try to post more often...... Now when it comes to competing with other women, you simply should refuse to indulge. You really don't need to. So many bw, instead of seeing each other as sisters, will instantly go on the attack with other females because they are interested in a particular male. We all know bw have been fighting awhile over bm because so many are in jail, they have become a scarce (un-needed) resource. But now I'm seeing more bw fighting over WM! Now I don't agree with this either. You should NEVER be fighting over a man regardless of race, creed, religion etc. That's tacky and classless. And it's totally un-unnecessary. You can out-pace other women without going to lower means anyway..... The trick is to subtly let a man know that you are interested, and then back off and let him come to you. You will have to be a little patient, because when it comes to bw, wm are a bit confused and frustrated. We unfortunately have so many bw running around screaming that they don't want anything white, that the many, many, bw who (sometimes secretly, and sometimes openly) want wm, get lumped in the same group as them. The problem is there are not enough bw telling the truth. So many stand quietly in the back ground while these foolish women scream this to the world. I'm sure I'm not the only woman who has ALWAYS been attracted to wm, but most won't say it. .. The easy way to out compete other women is to be sassy, but classy. To be interesting but not loud and vulgar, and to be attractive without ever being sleazy looking. So many women try so hard, and the trick is to try SOFT! If he knows you're trying, then you're doing it completely wrong! He should have no idea. When it comes to wm, it's really easy to out-pace and out-compete other bw because most will not even look his way until he's proven to their satisfaction that he likes bw. By that time, another smart bw has already snatched him up! Plus, most bw are still silently waiting for the BC to give them the ok to date, love and marry wm. Hello!-That's never going to happen! So those women have unfortunately eliminated themselves! When it comes to many (not all) ww, many are so used to being treated like queens by wm, that they don't appreciate all the wonderful things he does. Many men go out of their way for ww all their lives, and rarely even get a thank you! So many men are tired of their prima-donna ways, that many ww eliminate themselves.... The easiest way to snatch a man is to be exactly what he needs at that time in his life. The biggest men-stealer's in the world will tell you that all she did was OBSERVE, and see what he was desperately looking for, and then gave it to him! I keep telling women that men are just not too good at hiding things, it takes too much effort. All you have to do is really listen, and he will tell you everything you need to hear. Now when it comes to men remember they're not all alike, but they all BASICALLY want the same things, just like all women are not alike but we BASICALLY want the same things. Most men want.... To be protectors To be honored To have a best friend and a lover Want to feel important To out compete other men and get the dream girl... To produce, and take care of his family He wants to feel APPRECIATED!!!! Someone who REALLY LISTENS!!! To feel that even when he's old, fat, and ugly-she'll still love him..... The reason alot of Asian women are out competing ww these days for the best wm, is that many ww make it clear that if he doesn't have this, or doesn't have that, then she's gone or won't be bothered. This in turn causes him to feel used. Yes, he wants to give her the best, but he does NOT want it to feel like the relationship is contingent on it! He wants to feel like when he slays the dragon and brings home the bacon, she'll be there will hugs and kisses of gratitude, and not be whining about how The Jones next door have better this or better that! Many, many women have driven men away by not expressing gratitude for the things he continuously does. The need for appreciation is so basic that you can even see it in baby-males. I notice when my baby son picks up the bottle all by himself-he'll wait to see if I notice, and congratulate him before he drinks. So the bottom line is, if you want to out-compete bw, simply be open to an IR and don't wait to see if he really likes bw before giving him a chance... If you want to out-compete ww, simply be gracious and appreciative. Really let him know that his constant efforts, and giving really mean alot to you..... Another trick that many secretaries have used for ages is the 'talk yourself in love with me trick' You see, as people communicate, and share secrets-human nature takes precedence, and they grow closer and closer. Men, often cannot share very personal things with other men because of the whole strong males -don't cry persona. So many men will try to share their deepest insecurities and vulnerabilities with the women in their lives. Unfortunately many women don't listen. They're too caught up in their own lives, careers, children etc. This is why many men are stolen by secretaries every year. Many secretaries will give that ear that he needs so badly, and slowly the bond forms, before he knows it, he FALLS in love, and she skillfully talks him into divorcing the wife,and marrying her (why do you think they call it falling-instead of going into love? ) Most of the time, the man doesn't know what hit him-and had no intentions of being anything more than friends or lovers with the woman who snagged him!! For most men, the greatest gift you can give them is to really LISTEN. Don't just wait for him to stop talking so you can tell him how bad the kids were-really LISTEN. And don't worry if you can't solve his problems-he doesn't expect you to, he just needs you to listen.... A simple way to get your personality in check, is to ask yourself-would you want to go out with, and marry you? If not, then ask yourself why not, and fix the problem.....

Answer to the feelings man....

2009-11-05T20:31:00.001-05:00

This is the man alot of you ladies are waiting for! (lol) I am sure you noticed that there were more than 5 examples, that pointed to JW being a feelings man. But if you can simply spot 5, than you have learned the lesson. Now keep in mind ladies, all feelings men will not come in as fine a package as JW, however, they usually still make very good mates. The feelings man is the easiest man of all to establish rapport and intimacy with. He is usually very compassionate, and has alot of empathy for other people. He will fall in love faster than any other man. In fact, he may be 'in love' long before you are ready to even hear the word! The feeling man looks down a lot. Because remember, down is emotional/feeling to the side is auditory, and up is visual. The feeling man will often look down a lot before answering a question, because he has literally just dipped into his emotions before he answers you. If you were to ask this man a neutral question such as: "what were you like as a child?" he would likely answer something like "I was a happy/unhappy kid, or I was lonely or had a very loving childhood etc. But he will be answering from an emotional viewpoint. He will love the sad movies and songs that other men consider to be 'corny' He will likely love messages, exercise, running, jogging, jacuzzi, sports cooking, eating, dancing, and of course making love. He is the one man who is not afraid to say "I Love you" He longs to touch and be touched and because he is so close to his emotions, he is usually a fantastic lover who forges a physical as well as emotional connection with his partner. This is the perfect man to let your hair down with because he truly is interested in your inside more than the out. When it comes to the feelings man, instead of spending half a week's salary on a new dress, simply look nice and clean. Give him a cold drink or a snack and touch him while you talk. This is the way to get him to listen to anything you say. Simply touch him while you say it. He cannot get enough of being touched. He will love fine silks, and soft clothing. Leave of f the beady knit sweaters, and wear soft cashmere and velvets. Give him lots of hugs and kisses and he will respond in kind. His life will be designed around comfort and ease. He will like almost nothing better than a baby oil rub down. He is also the most affectionate man of all. For all you sisters out there craving affection, this is the man for you. Get on his wavelength, say things like: "I feel like you want to talk" "I understand how you feel" " That's a heavy thought " I just get a sense of ...." "lets stay in touch " "I feel/don't feel comfortable about.... "It's just so cold and sterile" " It shook me up I'm ok" "I'm the type of woman who can weather hard times" I think you get the picture. If you are a visual or auditory, you will have to practice a tad, but soon you will speak his language with no 'prob' The feeling personality: The feelings man usually loves sports or working out. He probably has a nice body because of this. He is a comfortable dresser, rather than stylish. He has a hard time sitting through long meetings or discussions (doing nothing). He is very sensitive to his needs and yours. He gets hurt almost as easily as a woman. He is a wonderful friend, so if things don't work out - try to keep him around. He usually makes an excellent father because he has so much empathy and can relate to the child's feelings in a much deeper way than most men. Anything that activates his senses will turn him on. ie, sex, dancing, exercise, warm baths etc. Sometimes women who go all out to look good (visual women) start relationships with kinestetic men (feeling's men) and all hell breaks lose, because she has no idea what is going on. The following example will illustrate this: Dawn removed her expensive coat and carefully hung it in the hall closet. She could hear her husband puttering around in the kitchen, making one of his specialties. She smoothed her already perfect clothing and headed toward the kitchen. As soon as she stepped foot in the door, her pulse began to race! She had left the kitchen spotless before she had left this morning and now it was a wreck! There was spaghetti sauce and dishes everywhere! crumbs on her counters, juice spilled on her freshly scrubbed floors, something running down the wall, and worst of all, her brand new kitchen rugs were ruined with sauce stains-she knew would never come out! Keith turned toward her with a big stupid grin on his face, he was covered in flour and some concoction she could not identify. "hey baby! just thought I'd make dinner " he said happily. "Then we can cuddle by the fire and-" "wait!, Keith-" too late he had come and put his spaghetti covered hands all over her expensive designer dress! Now Dawn was too angry to speak. Keith realized what he had done and tried to apologize quickly. "oh honey, I am so sorry- here take that off and I will hand wash it right-" Dawn stopped him with a withering look. "what the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded. "anyone with half an eye could see your hands were dirty-why do you act so stupid!" Keith looked as if she had slapped him. "honey, I said I was sorry !" he said softly. "but why do you have to say such cruel things, why are you so cold, and meanspirited? Do you realize how much pain you cause or you just don't give a damn?" Dawn backed away, and looked at him like he had lost it. "you wanna talk about pain!" she shouted. "look at my damn kitchen! I just cleaned it before I left, do you really think I wanna come home and see it looking like this!" "I had pictured coming home to a nice clean kithchen and now look what I get! Keith backed away, as if her words were fists coming toward his face. "honey I didn't mean-" '"S - A-V- E I- T! she drawled maliciously, her face a mask of anger. "You have ruined my rugs, my curtains, and now my dress all because you're too stupid to see, you can't cook! Keith looked beaten."honey I just wanted to hug my wife, sorry I sure did not mean to ruin your precious dress!" With that he turned and slammed out of the house leaving Dawn to clean the mess..... As you can tell from the above illustration Keith is a kinestetic. (note the happy smile, the mess and the desire for an instant hug so badly -he forgot about his dirty hands) You can also tell that Dawn is a visual (note the emphasis on clean, the fancy clothes and sudden irritation at the sight of the mess. If they don't start to learn each other's language soon, this marriage will disintegrate, especially since Keith felt that Dawn had hurt his feelings on purpose and did not really give a damn. They were both wrong. Keith should have never let her see the kitchen in that condition, and dawn should not have overreacted. The point is not knowing why someone is doing what they are doing can be detrimental and even lethal to a relationship. But knowing can smooth the way to greater love, harmony and rapport. -Thanks for coming see you next post.

Reprint- You and me against the world - (The Feelings man)

2009-10-04T12:16:00.034-04:00

Hi ladies, This is a reprint from 2 years ago- on reg. blog, but the reason I am including it is because it has a great lesson, and it keeps me from having to teach this lesson all over again (you can get it from this story)

Afterwards in a few days- I will post the answers and we'll go over it. Sorry this blog has been neglected. My baby takes alot of my time these days, but I will try to get it back on time-track and keep it that way. Thanks for all your support, and happy reading..... This story is about a (feelings man,) see if you can spot the clues.... Read the following story, and see if you can find at least 5 clues that tell you this is a feelings man.

Brandi pulled herself to her feet and staggered to the bathroom. It was only 5:30 in the morning and already she had to go. She had to drop Lexi off at daycare, and get to her menial job before they were out on the streets. She sighed, and raked her fingers through her long, thick brown hair. God, she hated her life! She made her way down the narrow hallway stubbing her foot on one of Lexi's 'little people' toys. Luckily no one heard the profanity that escaped her lips. Such a pretty woman swearing like a sailor would have shocked anyone within earshot. In the tiny living room, she stopped and peered at her beautiful daughter asleep on a dingy mattress. She had been saving to buy her a bed, yet every time she had the money, a bill seemed to pop up out of nowhere. She watched her baby sleep peacefully. she had no idea what a hard life awaited her. She deserved a much better life than this, why the hell couldn't she give it to her? She stared at 2 year old, Lexi's blond curls and cherub cheeks. Her beautiful baby came to her in a most horrifying way.....

Less than 3 years ago, she had taken a short cut home from college. She had been tired and wanted to get home and to a hot bath desperately. She had been warned like all the other college girls not to cut through the park, but had not heeded the warning. "young and stupid" she thought to herself wryly. "just young and stupid" At the time she had been naive and trusting. Nothing too bad had ever happened to her. Yes, she had been poor, and struggling yet, she had been in college and she knew she would graduate to better money and a brighter future. A future where life would be so much more of everything she had dreamed of....

She had never even heard the monster behind her until it was too late. He had slid up like the snake he was, and before she knew it a powerful arm had been thrown across her throat. She was dragged into the woods, and her nightmare began. The terror that had engulfed her was unbelievable!

"Hey sweet thing," he had whispered maliciously, as he ran his filthy hands over Brandi's struggling body. "nothing tastes quite as sweet as chocolate-does it?"

He had cackled at his own joke before throwing Brandi down and raping her repeatedly in the cold dew of the grass....

Afterwards, everyone had told her be grateful to be alive, yet grateful was not what she was feeling. Her sister Dana (the only family she had) had helped her pick up the pieces afterwards. The humiliating exam, the questions, the white doctors who had seemed terribly anxious to strip her so they could see the 'bruises' She had flashes of what the slave women must have endured as their leering faces reveled in her naked body. It was about this time that her hatred and mistrust of whites began to grow....

The monster who raped her had been white, the doctors who leered at her, had been white and the cops, who she was sure, had not bothered looking for the monster, had been white.

What did they care what he did to a lovely young, up and coming black woman she thought bitterly.

"What do they care that she had been so traumatized, that she had been unable to go back to college, and lost all of her dreams, and that now she was a f*cking maid! The only one who had stood by her had been Dana. Even her boyfriend Jerome had dumped her.

I guess the thought of me being tainted by a white man made me used goods she thought sadly. Long before he had even known she was pregnant with Lexi, He had abandoned her. She sat at the table and let the tears fall for just a few minutes before pulling herself back up and getting off to work...... By the time Brandi had taken the 2 buses, dropped off the baby to daycare, and made it to 'the Holcomb residence, she was 20 minutes late. She sighed as she rushed into the foyer and hung up her coat. Mimi (the other maid) gave her a warning look just as Ms Holcomb strode into the hallway. Her sharp features were pointed and severe, just like her personality. Only her eyes were pretty. Deep ocean blue with gold flecks and long lashes. Whenever she looked at Brandi, her nose seemed to scape the ceiling a little more than usual, but she continually seemed to have that Rich bitch aura about her. She had run through a dozen maids in less than 2 years because she was so hard to take. Brandi held her breath, as Ms Holcomb's blue eyes raked her over now. As much as she hated her job, she needed it desperately. Nothing else paid enough for her to make her bills, pay the baby's daycare and keep them in that little shit of an apartment.

"Did you just come in?" Ms Holcomb's voice was high and accusing.

"Oh no mam am", Mimi rushed to her rescue.

"I sent her to the store". Ms Holcomb, who seemed to like Mimi for some unknown reason, glanced sharply at Mimi, as if to check her face for the truth. Then satisfied, she nodded.

"Well, as you know our wonderful-handsome son will be coming this week" She advised proudly. " And this house must shine! -Mr Holcomb may also have some chores for you. You'll have to check with him. "

She spun on her overpriced heels and strode away. Brandi breathed a sigh of relief. "thanks so much!" she whispered gratefully to Mimi.

"oh girl-don't worry about it, she's just pissed 'cause her son is almost as stubborn and opinionated as she is, she so damn ornery!" Mimi chuckled.

"that's a nice way of putting it ". Brandi told her.

They worked side by side, for hours as they talked about their dreams and plans, growing closer and closer.

She had only known Mimi for a while now. She had worked here before for 3 years, yet had moved away to be with her husband in the military. They had, had 3 kids before he promptly dumped her and ran off with another woman. Mimi had been forced to hock everything they owned to try to survive. When that didn't work, she took her babies and crawled back home where Ms Holcomb had been kind enough to give her, her old job back. But now her life was just as hard, and unfortunate as Brandi's. Maybe even harder since she had 3 children instead of just one.

By 3:00 Brandi was tired, hungry and agitated. Sweat poured down her forehead as she struggled to clean the pool area, and then the gazebo. This was just a self standing room off the pool area made specifically for changing one's swimsuit, and taking a fast shower. It contained a small rack, two nice sofas, and a small dresser,equipped with a peice of heavy, and thick material on top, that enabled it to double as a changing table for babies. A small corner bathroom completed the picture. Yet even though it was just a simple pool changing room, it was still nicer than anything in her apartment.

my baby will never know a life like this she thought sadly. She was hungry and cross. why do some people get to live like this?, She asked herself irately. while the rest of us have to scrape and struggle. Why, this damn dressing room is bigger than my whole living room! she thought in depressed amazement. So engrossed was she in her sad life, she did not hear the door open abruptly.

" Oh! " Brandi gasped, as she dropped the load of clean towels on the freshly scrubbed floor. A tall blond, solidly built man stood before her. He had Ms Holcomb's beautiful blue and gold eyes.

"I.. I'm sorry I scared you" his voice was gentle and kind. Totally contradicting his large, lumberjack appearance. He knelt to help Brandi pick up the towels. She could smell the scent of a very expensive Cologne wafting from his football player-sized body. She could only imagine how she smelled, after hours of manual labor. Probably like a locker-room. she thought wryly. She brushed her sweaty hair from her face and really allowed herself to look at him. He was quite handsome with a chiseled, Marlboro man, type appearance. She could see Ms Holcomb's coloring and sharpness to his feature, yet on him they worked perfectly. Obviously he was the coveted son. He was glancing toward the floor as if he were afraid to meet her eyes.

"I'm John William Holcomb. " he murmured quietly.

" But everybody just calls me JW."

Quietly he slid his hand out to her. Brandi stared at his large hand. Did he really want to shake the hand of the hired help? She thought bitterly, as she stared at him. She knew his mother would not touch her with a ten foot pole! Slowly she stuck her hand out and took his, looking up into his beautiful ocean-deep blue eyes.

"I ain't crazy about white people," she thought silently.

"but if I was, this is the one I'd be looking for".

"Your mom said you would be in later in the week" she told him. He shrugged.

"Yeah, that was the plan, but we got in early and thought thought we'd surprise everyone. He looked toward the floor and then gently back at Brandi.

"have you been working here long? I don't remember you-and I know I would definitely remember you!"

Brandi felt her face grow hot but her dark skin kept her secret. Was he coming on to her? She shook her head, obviously she was imagining things once again.

"Ah, I've been here just a few months," she answered, rushing to finish up and leave.

Something about him made her feel nervous and school-girl stupid. Maybe it was that sweet, kind look on his face or the fact that he shook her hand, and introduced himself or whatever! She knew for a fact men, especially white men were not kind and sweet! they were hard and mean and diabolical! She realized he had asked her a question, but she was so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn't heard him. She shook her head stupidly and looked up at him.

"I said, what is your name?" he repeated looking rather amused.

"oh!, ah-it's Brandi" She answered, wondering why the hell he should care.

His mother still could not seem to get her name right even though she had been working here for almost 4 months. She had called her everything from Bracey to Mandy.

"That's a pretty name for a beautiful woman" he smiled softly, revealing teeth so perfect, he could do a pepsident commercial.

Brandi stared at him. Now she was really confused. What did he want- and how could he be so different from his mother? Or was it all an act? that's exactly what it was, she decided. This asshole thought he would use her for a chocolate fantasy, Not! Try again, she thought angrily. She turned to him,

"I have to get back to work Mr Holcomb, if you don't mind."

Her voice was clipped and short. His brows raised in surprise, then lowered in disappointment.

"Did I say something wrong? " He asked Brandi's retreating back.

" wait! I wanted to know-" It was too late- he was talking to the wind because Brandi was gone....... John sat at the expensive mahogany table while the servants moved around him trying to anticipate his desires, and fill them before he asked. Weird, he was so damn sick of this life. Sycophants catering to his every whim. A guaranteed take over of his fathers company, the spoiled, selfish rich girls who only wanted him for his name and pedigree. Women, who he knew, did not give a damn for the real man behind the persona. Heartless, materialistic predatory women. Discontent flooded his soul. He didn't even know any REAL women! Just fake, overly made up country club bimbos! Then he thought about his own life and knew he really couldn't talk, everything had been handed to him on a silver platter as well. He could not respect a man who warmed his feet at another man's fire. This was his father's fire and he knew without a doubt, he needed to make his own. He also knew he needed a real woman, not a shallow, sprayed up, made-up accessory to take to the country club. He watched through the window as the maid he had just met in the gazebo, carefully washed the outside windows, struggling to reach higher and higher. He resisted the urge to offer her help, somehow he knew she'd rebuff him. He felt so much admiration and respect for her. Mimi had told him all about her life including the rape and her subsequent child, who, he was told, she adored beyond words. She had obviously had it very hard yet she came to work everyday and toiled on. He knew plenty of women who, would sometimes break down if they broke a damn nail, and here this girl with almost nothing toiled on trying to make a better life for her child. The admiration he felt for her was almost palpable. She caught him starring at her through the window, and he smiled an embarrassed smile. She turned away quickly. The walls around her soul were obviously hard and thick, yet somehow, someway he knew he'd find a way to break through-he fervently hoped so anyway....... She thought about him as she put the pail away and headed home that night with her crying baby in her arms. The apartment was cold and dark. Lexi was crying because she was hungry and Brandi was crying because there was nothing to feed her. She mixed up some crackers, added water to make a mush and fed it to Lexi, who was so hungry, she wolfed it down. Brandi ate a few crackers herself and resolved to save the rest for her baby. She watched Lexi fall asleep, thinking to herself, "I've got to do something, we can't go on like this"......

The next couple of weeks were a blur, for one thing, she was so hungry she felt like blacking out, and for another, Lexi was sick, probably because she was not getting enough to eat. She cried all night long. Brandi was at her wit's end with worry. She had to get some money! Lexi was not getting enough to eat and she needed medicine. Brandi moved like the living dead, her problems weighing her down like an anchor. Luckily for her, the Holcomb's were out of town for the next few days, so they would not see her moving like a snail. She was just thinking she would have to call her sister for a loan, when Mimi approached her.

"Mr Holcomb wants to see you upstairs, now" she told her. Brandi felt a knot in her stomach. She had forgotten about Mr Holcomb Jr.! She mentally tried to think what she could have done wrong.

"Do you know why?" she asked worriedly. Mimi shrugged.

" I ain't got no idea" She looked closely at Brandi's stark face.

"Don't worry" she said, flipping her hand "He's the nice one.-remember? "

"Oh God, I hope so" Brandi thought anxiously. Then just in case, she made a short prayer. Dear lord, please don't let him fire me! She begged quickly.

She moved down the luxury hall like a zombie and walked gingerly through the double doors at the end. JW was sitting in a lazy boy in front of a large screen tv, fresh from the shower. He was clad in only a towel. He turned slowly toward her. "Close the door" he commanded. Brandi's arm felt like wood as she closed the door. Was he going to rape her or fire her, at this point she just wasn't sure which would be worse.

"What do you need sir?" she asked quietly, dreading the answer.

He motioned her over. "Brandi do you know how to give a message? I usually go in to have them done but my regular girl is ill."

Brandi stiffened. "Did he really think she was that stupid? She started to tell him to go to hell when he reached into his wallet and pulled out 200.00 placing it in her astonished hands. Brandi stared at the money, her heart beginning to race wildly. She felt like she was going to pass out! 200.00! It was enough to feed them for 2 months, if she spent carefully! Oh my God! she thought incredulously. Is it real? He watched her quietly for a moment, he could feel how badly she needed the money, although she had not said a word. He had devised this ruse so he could give her some help without offending her. Mimi had told him that she had a sick baby, and he knew for a fact she ate nothing on her breaks. He figured it was because she just couldn't afford to. Brandi moved toward him. She wanted to jump on him and give him the world's biggest hug, but she restained herself, and tried to play it cool. Although she failed miserably when she tried to keep the big smile off her face. JW got up and laid on his king sized bed, and Brandi slowly and thankfully, began to gently message his back and shoulders. She was wondering if he knew how much help he had just given her! This money was so needed, she didn't even have the words to thank him. But soon she found herself fascinated by the pinkish-white color of his skin, so different from her own. It was obvious he worked out alot. His muscles rippled like cords,beneath her hands. "You work out" she stated quietly.

"Yes, absolutely. " he told her, turning slightly to see her face. "Nothing feels better than working out"......He looked at her pointedly, letting his eyes drift slowly over her body

"I take that back " he murmured, laughing to himself.

" There's something that definitely feels better! " Brandi swatted him playfully "Behave or this will be your last message,"she told him. He threw his hands up in mock surrender. "ok, ok I'm sorry" He laid back and just enjoyed the feeling. There was little he enjoyed more than a good message and her touch was amazing! He could also feel her gratitude as she worked his back, and kneaded his neck. Her dark fingers moving over his pale flesh like an expert.

"feel free to go below that towel" he joked, as Brandi worked the hemline of the terry cloth covering his lower body. She laughed, and shook her head.

"what am I going to do with you? she asked. She bent to kiss his cheek affectionately. She was so happy and grateful, she felt almost giddy. Now she would be able to buy food and medicine for her baby!...... The next Friday Ms Holcomb threw a party for some of JW's friends. Brandi could hear them laughing from the outdoor grill/pool area. She wondered what it would be like to feel so carefree and young

" Here girl, " Ms Holcomb snapped her from her reverie.

"Take these drinks out" Reluctantly Brandi took the large tray and braced herself as she headed toward the noise. The last thing she wanted to do was bother with these snobs. Just as she suspected, all of JW's friends had that 'rich' look to them. And the superior air that went with it. Brandi felt very uncomfortable near all these wealthy people, so she bowed her head, and averted her eyes.

" Oh, how sweet! " a snooty blond purred.

" We have to practically beg our sorry ass servants to bring drinks!" The group laughed loudly. Brandi walked the length of the pool collecting the dirty dishes and returning them to the main house. She moved as fast as she could, yet still Ms Holcomb was complaining that it was not fast enough. It was getting dark, and she needed to leave soon, she was hoping to sneak out and make it to the bus stop without having to deal with anymore bull from Ms Holcomb, but it didn't happen that way......

The dark jag slid in just as the street lights came on. JW slid from the car and walked in quietly, just in time to hear Ms Holcomb screaming at Brandi about moving too slow among the guests. Brandi nodded quietly, praying it was time to leave this hell hole for the day. But Ms H. was not done. " I'm so tired of your incompetence, she shrieked. "Either move faster, or move on! And I need you to re- clean that bathroom, it's atrocious-" Brandi gaped at her. Ms Holcomb knew what time she had to leave!

"oh, Ms Holcomb I can't! I have to lea-"

"oh yes you can! " Ms Holcomb snapped. " You left the wrong rugs on the floor, you didn't clean the toilet properly and-" Annabelle, (the upstairs maid) broke in, "Ms Holcomb, I'll do it mamam, she has to leave or she'll miss her bus." Brandi could feel herself breaking into a sweat. The next bus would be over an hour! That would put her over 30 minutes late to pick up Lexi! She would owe her daycare 3.00 per minute in late fees! Why was this woman doing this to her? Why did she try to make her life miserable, and make her late every single day? That bathroom was spotless! She was deliberately making her miss her bus and owe late fees on her daycare just for the hell of it! Brandi felt desperate tears well up. She had to leave now!

"Oh no, she will do it, or she needn't come back! "

Ms Holcomb's face was red with anger and hatred. She turned and faced Brandi. "Either you stay, or not only will I fire you, I will make sure you never work in this town again!" Brandi's face crumpled slowly. She stared at Ms Holcomb through dark, and soul-sad eyes. She had never done anything to Ms Holcomb-why was she doing this?

"Ms Holcomb, Please! I can't stay!" she whispered desperately.

"Nor, do you have to!" A strong, angry voice bellowed.

They both turned in time to see JW standing there. His handsome face was red with anger.

"Brandi, get your things- I'll take you home" His voice was quiet and deadly.

Ms Holcomb's face turned beet red in embarrassment.

"Oh honey, you see-" JW held up a very large hand that stopped her flat.

"Mom, I am so ashamed of you," he said flatly.

"If anyone had ever told me, you could treat someone like that, I would have called them a liar!"

Ms Holcomb's lower lip began to tremble, as she followed them outside. "Son, you don't under-" JW's look silenced her. "I understand perfectly well what's going on," he told her. "You enjoy seeing how much pain you can inflict on those less fortunate than you!" He turned on his heels and got in the car, speeding away with Ms Holcomb calling after him..... They barely made it out of the security gate before Brandi broke down and cried. He did not ask why, he knew. He pulled over and gathered her in his arms kissing her cheek and holding her close.

"You wanna talk about it," he asked quietly.

"not right now," she whispered, He held her close as he drove the rest of the way. At Little tykes daycare, Brandie pulled herself together, and they went inside to pick up her baby. Ms beans, the coordinator was shocked to see her with JW, especially when he insisted on paying the entire month's bill including the late charges! Brandi was so grateful, she was speechless. She made a mental note to thank him later on. She could see the other mothers giving her jealous looks from the corner of her eye. JW was probably the most coveted bachelor in the state, and they were wondering what the hell he was doing with her. Brandi walked out with Lexi happily babbling in her arms. She saw JW glance at Lexi's blond hair and gray eyes. He said nothing, yet strangely did not look at all surprised. As they pulled up in front of her house, he glanced at the baby in her arms.

"Can I hold her?" he asked quietly. Instantly Brandi froze and clutched her baby to her chest. Then turning, she jumped from the car and backed away. How dare him ask to hold her baby! JW's face looked alarmed. He turned off the ignition and slowly unwound his large frame from the car. Coming up beside Brandi, he gently touched her arm.

"Brandi I don't know what people have done to you," He told her softly.

"But I would never hurt you or your baby, I swear."

Brandi shook her head, trying to blot out the pain that was her life.

"Just don't ask to hold my baby! " she hissed.

"you don't know us like that!" She expected him to get back in the car and have her fired, if she wasn't already. She was not expecting the sad look that crossed his face. It was almost like he was looking into her face, and seeing her life and how much pain she had gone through. Birthing her rapist's child. Hungry many nights so her baby could eat, struggling to pay anything, and struggling to survive. His warm face was full of compassion. She had not known a man could be so compassionate, especially a white man. Gently he put his big arms around both Brandi and her child encircling them both in a much needed hug.

"I'll never hurt either of you, I promise"

Lexi giggled. "momma kin eat?" she murmured.

"yes baby, we'll eat soon" Brandi told her, wondering what she would feed her. "Actually, I was about to go get something myself- and I really hate to eat alone, would you join me?"

Brandi shook her head "oh no, I ah, I'm sure I took something out and-"

JW looked at her steadily, knowing she was lying.

"Put it back in" He commanded, taking her hand.

"I'll let you go take a shower and pick you ladies up in an hour ok?"

Brandi shook her head "No, I told you-"

But he was jumping into the car like he hadn't heard her. "One hour!" He reminded her before speeding off, Brandi looked at Lexi, and smiled

"Well baby, I guess we could use a nice meal huh?"

Lexi looked back at he mother with hope, and trust in her eyes, and Brandi watched JW's car pull away, not realizing she was looking at him the same way...... The following months were the happiest of Brandi's life. Ever so slowly JW mananged to work his way into their lives. He took them to restaurants, shows museums and even the country club. Brandi was having a ball but she knew it was just a matter of time before his family found out, and all hell broke lose. Ms Holcomb had no idea that after he'd taken her home that night he kept seeing her. She knew the time with him was limited, that was why she had decided to enjoy every minute of it. It was like a whole new world, that she had never dreamed of. Whenever she was with him she felt, beautiful, desireable, and free! Most of all free, free from poverty, drudgery and constant worries. But she was a realist. She knew it could not last. When his family found out, he would drop her like a bad habit and the pain would be terrible, but she was going to get everything she could get before that happened. That's why she had planned to ask him to buy her a small car but it hadn't been nesessary. After they dated for just a few weeks, he had taken her and bought her a small beamer much like one of his own. Brandi was estactic! So was Lexi, even a baby knows the difference between freezing at the bus stop or riding in a warm comfortable car. Soon he had them out of their rat-infested apartment and into a small, house at the end of a cul-de-sak. Brandi felt insane happiness, the house was just a tiny 3 bedroom, bungalo, but perfect for her and Lexi. To them it was a mansion! They absolutely loved it, and they both loved JW. But now her dreams were haunted with the thought of when he would leave. What would she do without him? He'd had been a god-send in their lives. And what about her baby? Just yesterday Lexi had called him daddy! The fear began to take on a life of it's own, and to gnaw at her. Every day she was scared that this would be the day it would all end. One night six months into their relationship, JW came over with chinese food and a few movies. They ate, cuddled, and kissed while they watched the movies. Lexi was asleep so they both tucked her into bed. Brandi sighed, she was so happy for the first time in her life! JW had made a few calls and arranged for her to go back and finish college, and her baby was safe and warm. She was no longer taking the bus in the freezing cold, having to leave 2 hours early, and most of all she owned a small but beautiful home for the first time ever!

well, at least if he walks away now, we're 1000% better off she tried to tell herself, but the thought of losing him made her feel wretchedly ill, and hopelessly lost.

"I don't think I can ever thank you " she whispered.

"Oh, I think you can!" he chuckled, shooting her a naughty look.

Brandi laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up- she kissed his soft lips. That was all the encouragement JW needed, leaning down he kissed her face, her thoat and finally her lips. pulling back for just a second, he looked at her closely.

Baby if you're not ready just say so, I would never push you, you know that."

He was holding his breath, he had been waiting for...well, forever it felt like!....

"I'm ready ," she murmered simply. JW gave a whoop of joy that make Brandi laugh out loud. Then easily lifting her up like a precious jewel. He carried her to the bedroom, and laid her gently on the comforter.

"You and me against the world forever, remember that" he told her.

They made love again and again, he took his time and kissed and stroked every part of her. Never had she been touched so reverently. Never had sex been so intimate and loving. The connection was indescribable, all she knew was that He was the one! She no longer cared that he was white, she no longer even noticed anymore. All she knew was that she loved him and wanted him forever. Brandi was so happy she felt like crying, but JW's next words made the tears come in a torrent.

"It's you and me against the world right? " He seemed to be holding his breath. "Yes" she answered softly.

"Then marry me baby-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence before Brandi threw herself wildly-estastically into his arms......... Ms holcomb dabbed at her eyes, as she looked at the photo album. The picture of her son as a young child, always made her cry. Those times were so simple and easy. He had adored her then. He had followed her everywhere, and looked at her like she was the Madonna. These days the only time she got to see him was when she traveled the long drive and watched him through the company windows. He had started his own company, which had merged with Holcomb Enterprises after his father had a heart attack, and could no longer handle the company alone. She stared at his smiling face at the age of three. She could still remember how he had always adored her like she was a precious jewel. Then her mind took an unwanted trip back 4 years ago when that black slut had stolen him away. They had come to the house right after eloping as if that would make it acceptable. Horrible things had come from her mouth. She had screamed obscentities until her husband had called the doctor to come with a seditive. But he had not gotten there in time to stop her from saying the most damaging thing of all. She had pulled herself to her full height and faced her only beloved son. She had told him that unless he annulled this marriage immediately, his mother was dead to him and he was never to set foot in their home again, or show his face in these parts. He had turned to her with shock, horror and sadness on his face that tore at her soul. He had looked at Bambi (or whatever that slut's name was) and then back at her. Tears had poured down his sweet face as he told her

" Mom, I love you, I always will, but this IS my wife. Please don't ever ask me to choose between the two of you because .....mom you will lose!"

The girl had let her breath out in a whoosh, and had thrown her self into JW's arms crying tears of relief. She had heard her son whisper to the girl

"you and me against the world, remember that." Soon after, they had left, never to come back. Lowering her head, she gave into the racking sobs. Four long, sad endless years without her son. Why had she ever made such a ridiculous ultimatum! What had she been thinking?

If only I could take that moment back! she thought, desparately. She was crying so hard, she never heard the door open.... "what sa matter? She whirled around to see a very pretty tiny brown face peering at her. It was a little brown girl dressed in a yellow Barbie dress. Behind her was a duplicate of her in a pink Barbie dress. Ms Holcomb stared at them. "who were these children? Where did they come from? Something about them looked familiar, yet she could not put her finger on it. They both came toward her and stared up at her. Their beautiful little eyes full of questions. Then suddenly it hit her they had blue eyes!!! Blue eyes with gold flecks!! - like her eyes!

"OH MY GOD! " she jumped up. Praying, but not daring to believe it might be true. Both children jumped back in fear at her outburst. "Now see what you've done mom, you scared my babies!" She swung around to see her precious son watching her with a sweet sad smile on his face.Time stood still, as she blinked, could it be true? Was it really him,or was she imagining things! He seemed to read her mind.

"Mom, it me, " he said gently.

It only took seconds but it felt like hours to cross the room and get to him. Then he was in her arms just like she had dreamed of for four long years.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped over and over, as tears of joy washed away the pain. Their hugs and kisses were eternal, but still not long enough for her. No hug could ever be long enough! Her son-her precious son was really here-and she had another chance! Her heart was bursting, and she couldn't seem to stop the tears! JW too, seemed to be having alot of trouble controlling his tears, he swiped roughly at his eyes and motioned to the door.

"Mom, my wife," he said, with a voice choked full of emotion. Brandi came in with 6 yr old Lexi holding tight to her hand, they both looked like scared rabbits as they looked up at her. She, and Lexi both stared timidly at Ms Holcomb not knowing what to expect. Mrs. holcomb stared at Brandi for just a second, and then slowly wrapped her arms around them both....

Name 5 clues that let you know that JW is a kinestetic (feelings man) See if you can find them before the next post. (part 2)

The girls of hollingsworth Part 2 -Karma!

2009-07-17T08:14:00.006-04:00

Sorry this conclusion took so long. I had completely forgotten about it, until I got an email. Anyway to refresh yourself on part 1, You will have to scroll way down........... The next day at practice, Selena took the rounded up girls through a rigorous routine. Melody had an appointment, so she was in charge just like she liked it. She noted with satisfaction that most of them seemed to be afraid of her. She liked that too. When she stopped the formation to yell at a shy girl named Kelly, she thought the girl was going to cry she seemed so intimidated. "Can't you get the step, you stupid fool?" Selena demanded. "I...I'm so sorry." Kelly stammered. "I guess I was concentrating too hard" "Well my guess is you have no business being here! " Selena practically shouted. "Since you missed the damn step 3 times!" "Well,...you... you're making me nervous!" Kelly cried out. Selena was about to tell her to shut the hell up, when she went on. " You're so perfect, and so popular, and you're a shoo in for homecoming queen! So I was just a little nervous-I just need one more chance, please Selena!- I promise I'll get it!" Suddenly Selena was smiling and sweet. All her anger toward Kelly had vanished. This girl definitely knew how to suck up, and she always appreciated a good sycophant. They should all treat me this good! She thought to herself, as she motioned a relieved Kelly back into formation. She noted with disgust that both Samantha, and Madison had no trouble at all. Damn! She had planned several ways to embarrass them, but they were both at the top of their game, and dammit, Madison had worn a sport's bra-so she couldn't even yell at her for jiggling breasts. She made the routine harder and harder and made more and more demands on the girls, but the only ones who floundered were girls who absolutely adored her, so obviously she was not too interested in destroying them in front of everyone. She'd put them in their place in private. But damn that Madison! Why did that tramp have to be so good! 2 hours later, and even Selena's body could take no more. She signaled for an end to practice as Cami came over and handed her a cool drink. Selena snatched it gratefully and took a long swig as they made their way toward the locker room. "Girl, dat workout almost kil mee!" Cami laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's why you left formation and went to get a drink-huh" Selena gave Cami a sidelong glance. Cami looked away sheepishly. She hadn't realized Selena had noticed her sneak away. "Yeah, I saw you! " Selena laughed, She stopped and bent over, trying to catch her breath "Oh my God- my body aches-I cannot wait to hit that shower!" "Yes, please Selena, take shower! " Cami agreed tooting up her nose. "Listen girlfriend, you would stink too, IF you had done the WHOLE practice!" Cami laughed as she bounced off to her locker. Selena giggled as she watched Melody pull back a long thick rubber band straight into the backside of a bent over freshmen. She girl screamed and jumped a foot in the air. She looked at Melody who glared back at her. "Say something, " She whispered maliciously. "I dare you". The girl turned and tried to hobble past Selena. "How dare you get your trailer park ass so close to me!" Selena hissed. She gave her a hard shove, that sent her reeling into a tall locker. A set of books someone had placed on top came crashing down on her head. The girl screamed, and Melody kicked her in the stomach to make her shut up. She lay in a heap, and began to cry as both girls broke into peels of laughter. High School was such fun! And she had her pick of victims-It just didn't get any cooler than that! A moment later Selena came around the corner to her locker and bumped right into Madison. She was fresh from a shower, and wearing only a towel. Her smooth brown skin looked like a lotion commercial, and she had an undeniable air of class about her. "Excuse me." Madison said quietly, Selena suddenly realized this was the perfect time to put the plan, they had discussed, into action. She moved close to Madison, her voice was sugary sweet. "Oh, that's ok Maddy. my fault really" She moved closer still, and slipped her arm around Madison's shoulder, and noted how fast it tensed up. "I've been meaning to talk to you anyway. You are so good on the team, and some of the other girls could really use some help" Madison's face was at first tight, but relaxed as Selena talked. She never noticed Selena guiding her to toward the door that led to the hallway. About 1000 kids would race up and down that hall every time the bell rang, and the bell was about to ring in exactly 2 minutes. Selena caught Tracey's eye across the room. Tracey was an old friend and if anyone was meaner than Selena, it was Tracey. Tracey's eyes were laughing. She knew exactly what was up, they had planned this last week. She moved toward the far wall, and waited. As soon as Selena had Madison just near the door, Melody moved into place, and casually pulled a bowl of oil they had carefully hidden in the top of an abandoned locker. She set it close by, and then pulled open the door to the hall. Madison felt the draft on her back and turned to her left. At that moment Tracey came from the right, and ripped the towel away from her naked body! Selena gave a hard shove, and Madison flew through the door and fell naked to the hall floor- her large breasts slapped the tile floor as she fell screaming. Selena laughed. "Take that you cow-titted bitch!" She shrieked. Melody stepped forward and swiftly threw the cooking oil over the screaming girl-knowing this would make it almost impossible for her to get up without help. Then the large door was promptly slammed behind her-at the same time, a wall of people came down the hall! The girls laughed hysterically as they listened to her horrified screams and struggles to get to her feet, and away from groping, grabbing, cat calling strangers! Madison begged and pleaded for the girls to let her in, as more and more hands came roughly toward her naked body. Grabbing and clawing at her like dogs in heat. The more she tried to get away, the more she slipped on the oil. Several boys whipped out their cell phones and took X-rated shots of her as she slid in the greasy puddle. Madison screamed and cried and tried to get back inside, but to no avail. She pounded on the door every time she made it to her feet, but without fail someone would push her back down again, so they could take more shots of her naked body, and cop more feels. All 3 girls, laughed as they held the door closed. The boys were cat-calling, laughing, and calling their friends to come join in as Madison screamed and cried outside the door. When she tried to crawl away, they blocked her, and a large boy named Jack, who took the lead in this mock rape, told two of the other boys to pull her legs apart for better pictures. Some of the girls in the hall were too horrified to move, but some ran for help. A few moments later, there was what sounded like a roar. And John appeared like a bulldozer. He had 2 of his best friends with him. Matt and Brian. All 3 were well built weight lifters, and all 3 were mad as hell. Brian turned to Jack and yanked him away from Madison. He then slammed the heavy set boy into the wall so hard, it shook. Jack's cell phone fell to the floor, and Brian took vengeful delight in stomping on it. Matt didn't bother to discriminate as to who did what. His punishing fist caught many unfortunate boys as they tried to get away. One boy, wearing a long jacket, who had repeatedly pushed Madison to the floor, found himself slammed to the floor by John's big fist. Then his long leather jacket was ripped from his body to wrap Madison in. She flung herself sobbing into John's arms as he wrapped the fallen boy's jacket around her. Murmuring in her ear that it was going to ok, and that he loved her. But his blood was boiling! How dare them do this! How dare them treat her this way! She could have been raped in this hall before they'd gotten there! What kind of evil people did things like this! He was so tired of women mistreating and conspiring against his girl just because she was beautiful, and built like a playboy model. 'those bitches are gonna pay! ' He thought angrily, 'no matter what, those bitches are gonna pay! He looked up and saw the 3 girls laughing as they peeked from the gym room door. Everything inside of him wanted to smash their popular faces, but hitting a woman went against everything he believed in. He led his sobbing girlfriend away, and tried to focus on getting her somewhere she could feel safe, as a dark rage churned slowly inside of him..... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a solid month before Madison could be persuaded to go back to school. By that time Selena, with the help of Tracey had gotten the video from some one's phone, and posted it on the Internet. Madison in all her nakedness was there for everyone with a computer to view. She planned to deny it was her if the school officials got involved. The entire school had downloaded the show, and many had passed it on to their friends in neighboring schools. Many people thought she was drunk, they had bad video versions, and could not figure out why she couldn't get off the floor. Madison had to deal with people calling her slut constantly, and boys who felt they could take liberties because of the video. Her parents finally found out, and filed a lawsuit against the site since Madison was still a minor, as well as the school. Suddenly the school got involved. They searched lockers, checked bags, and confiscated the video everywhere they found it. Slowly it was revealed (to kids that had no idea what happened) that Madison was a victim, and her reputation was restored. At that point many people went out of their way to be friendly, but she was still haunted by the pain, humiliation and trauma of it all. Since neither Selena or Melody had been connected to the episode, they both felt smug in the fact that they were home free. They were in the lunch room that Friday. They had about 22 minutes before the period ended. "Why do you think she didn't tell on us? Melody asked Selena. Selena shrugged. "Obviously she knew I'd kick her ass! She answered simply. Melody thought about the horrified look on Madison's face as she struggled on the floor like a skinned eel. The picture made her laugh out loud. "I would've told anyway." She giggled. Just then, a new freshmen passing by, stopped at the table. "Can I sit here? " She asked meekly. Selena's lips curled mischievously. She leaned forward and knocked the girl's tray from her hands. It landed with a loud clap, and the contents went all over her summer dress. The girl jumped back in shock and horror . "Why?" Selena asked breezily, "You don't even have any food!" Melody threw her head back and laughed, as the girl turned red with embarrassed humiliation and ran for the exit. Selena and Tracey joined in. They never noticed the shadow come upon the table until Cami nudged Melody, and they all looked up. There stood Madison. She was dressed in black jeans, and a pretty pink top. Her hair was pulled back, and her make up was sexy and classy all in one. She was staring at them without a trace of apprehension. Samantha, and John's younger sister Casey stood right behind her. "You're the most despicable people I've ever known!" Madison said softly. "I had planned to change schools after what you monsters did to me, but I knew I had to come back for all the other victims of your plots. And lo and behold-here you are again making life miserable for a shy new girl. How typical!" Samantha's gray eyes instantly pulled into slits. She jerked her head toward Madison. "Maddy, are you telling me that these are the ones who threw you in the hall... 'that way'!?" She accused loudly. "You told me you never saw who did it!" Madison's eyes were locked onto Selena's. "I lied. " She admitted. " I didn't want you to do something and get in trouble Sam" She no longer looked like the broken bird lying on that hard floor crying. There was a new strength about her now. Madison backed up, with a disgusted look on her face. "Lets go y'all-I've already told my parents, and they're going to handle this." Samantha exchanged glances with Casey, as if they had some secret code. Casey nodded. " We'll catch up Maddy, meet us at the gym" Samantha called to Madison over her shoulder. Her eyes were steely cold. Selena involuntarily shivered. Everyone at the table could feel the enmity coming off of Samantha. She turned to them with eyes filled with hate. "We need to meet after school, so we can work this out" She said quietly. It was obvious she didn't want Madison, who was walking away, to over hear. "F--k you white girl!" Melody spat. "There's nothin to work out, now get the hell outta here, before you get hurt!" Samantha stepped back from the table and took off her book bag. "Show me hon, don't tell me -I'm a little hard of hearing" Casey was also taking off her bag. Selena grew a little nervous. They couldn't actually be talking about fighting! Why Casey and Sam were both white! White girls didn't fight-right? But looking at their faces, she knew that's exactly what they intended to do. Melody jumped up and grabbed her tray. "Look, I've got someplace to be, I don't have time to- " she began. But she never got to finish the sentence. Samantha slammed her fist into the side of Melody's head with the force of a professional fighter. Melody flew backwards onto the table. But before she could land good Sam was on top of her. She threw a flurry of hard punches toward Melody's face and abdomen. Selena heard Melody give a high pitched scream as she struggled to get away. Selena jumped up in shock, but before she could make a run for it, Casey grabbed the metal lunch tray, and dumped off the food. Then in one smooth motion, she pulled it swiftly back and slammed it into Selena's head. It landed with a sickening crack. Selena screamed as the mind-numbing pain tore through her head. Then someone else punched and , kicked her. Then she was on the floor screaming and trying to get away. Someone else decided to copy Casey and slammed a tray on Selena's back. She screamed in pain. Then she was yanked up by her mangled clothing and slammed into a wall. Everyone seemed to be fighting and screaming. It took the teachers ten minutes to completely break it up. Selena's shirt and bra had been torn, and she was forced to hold it, to cover herself. Everyone involved was sent to the Principal's office. Cami, who was not involved, but was a witness, came too. "Don't snitch Selena! " She whispered, her voice raspy in Selena's ear. "You think I'm going to let these sluts get away with attacking me?"Selena whispered back, angrily. Her head hurt so bad, it hurt to breathe, and her back felt like someone had danced on it while she was on the floor. Cami elbowed her as they entered Principal Baker's outer office. "Selena no tell! -You deserve the beat down and-" Selena cut her off with a glare, before limping away. Her nose was bleeding, her eye was bleeding, and she hurt so badly she could hardly breathe! And here, this fool was begging her to keep it quiet! What the hell did she know! That little slut Madison had deserved everything they'd done to her, and now she was going to use this attack to finish her off! She grabbed Melody's arm to help her into the inner room. Melody was crying hard. After the initial punch, Samantha had pummelled her viciously. She was bleeding profusely from both her mouth and her nose, and her eyes were almost swollen shut. "We're gonna press charges" Selena whispered to Melody, holding her torn blouse over her breasts. "Those thugs are going to jail!" As they sat before Principal Baker, Selena tried to pretend she was an innocent victim as she told how Madison's friends had attacked her. She kept snatching hankies as she tearfully told about the brutal attack. Mr Baker listened quietly, while nodding his head, but for some reason he didn't seem sympathetic enough to Selena. Finally, he spoke. "Both Samantha, and Casey have been suspended for two weeks for their part in this lunch room melee. We don't tolerate this type of violence on this campus. When they come back, they'll have to do In school community service to atone for their actions. Trust me, they will pay for what they did." He sounded calm, firm, and conclusive, like this would resolve the matter. Selena felt like bashing his calm face! Did he really think she was going to let these bitches off that easily? He obviously did not know her! She was going to bury them! Selena jumped to her feet, and glared at him. Mr Baker, we intend to press assault charges, and see these thugs go to jail. We have no intentions of resolving this violent matter with suspension! What kind of school official are you? She tried to shout but it hurt too bad, so she settled for a shriek. He looked up at her through steepled fingers. "Are you sure you want to bring the police into this? " He asked in that maddeningly calm way of his. "Yes! " Selena snapped. Melody nodded weakly, in too much pain to really comprehend much of the conversation. Mr Baker looked at Selena sternly. "Are you really sure you want the police involved with this matter?" His voice had a tone of finality to it. "YESSSSS!!!! " Selena responded through gritted teeth. "Are you comprehensively challenged or just hard of hearing? Mr Baker set his jaw, and the vein jumping around near his chin let Selena know he was angry. But who gave a damn! She needed to go to the hospital, and then to the police dept to press charges. She didn't give a damn about his little anger. "Well that's good." Mr Baker informed her in a controlled voice. The police are already here, so I'll have them sent in, and save you the trouble of a trip downtown. Selena exhaled hard. "Well if they were already here, what the hell took you so long to tell me? Do you think I enjoy wasting time talking to some old hard of hearing man? Now the vein was doing gymnastics in Mr Bakers face. He leaned down and spoke into an intercom attached to his desk. A moment later the door swung open and Selena's parents walked in. They were followed by two uniformed officers. Selena's mother was crying and her father looked pissed. They were really worried about me she thought smugly. She started to jump from the chair into her parent's arms, but the Mr Baker held up his hand to halt her. "Ah... before you do that Selena, these officers would like to have a word with you." "Yeah, yeah just a minute Selena brushed the officer nearest her off, as he came forward. She got up to hug her mother, and let her know that she was ok. Her mother's face had a look of horror on it. "Mom, I'll be alright! " She insisted. But as she circled her arms around her mother, she was abruptly snatched back roughly! "What the hell-" She began. Selena whirled around to see the clean cut young officer had a pair of handcuffs, and was reaching for her wrists! His voice was chilling and no nonsense "Selena Johnson, you are under arrest for inducing a sexual assault against Madison Jane Williams. You are also being charged with the distribution of child pornography and violating the state ordinance on bullying" The world seemed to grind to a halt. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, except Selena's heart which sped into hyper speed. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. This could not be happening! I'm having a dream, she thought. I just have to wake up. But when the officer slapped the cold metal onto her small wrists, she knew it was real. Through the open doorway, she heard someone screaming. She recognized the voice as Tracey's. She was being arrested too. Her voice sounded far away and indistinct. Everything seemed unreal and horrible. She turned to Mr Baker. He was smirking with a satisfied look on his face. Selena shook her sore head, obviously she'd heard wrong. Even Melody had stopped crying and was staring in horror. A female officer moved toward Melody and took her arm with a firm grip. "We'll be notifying your parents to meet us at the hospital" She informed Melody. "After treatment, you will also be placed under arrest for violating the bullying ordinance against several freshmen, and one Junior Madison Williams" Melody began to shriek hysterically. "Don't worry, " The officer said smoothly. "According to our reports you were not involved in distributing the naked pictures of the minor Madison Williams, so if you cooperate against your friend, you'll be bailed out tonight with just the bullying charge. And as long as you keep your nose clean, The judge will work with you, and this won't go on your permanent record. You'll still be able to get into the college of your choice, and go on with your life. But your friend here is in 'big' trouble!" She turned and glared at Selena who was on the verge of passing out. Selena looked to Melody for help but she could see in Melody's eyes that she couldn't wait to testify against her. Anything to deflect the blame from herself. The principal rose from his seat and faced Selena coldly. "By the way Ms Johnson, besides the black mark on your record, you are permanently barred from the cheerleading team, and from participating in the homecoming festivities. In other words Ms Johnson, you will NOT be homecoming queen this year. You won't even be in the court-well correction, YOU WILL BE IN COURT!-just not ours!!!" He threw his head back and laughed at his own joke. "It's a good thing, you had charges pressed against the other girls, it gave Madison's parents the impetus to press child porn charges against you!-They had decided to just take you to court unless you did one more thing" He cackled."And you insisting on having the other girls arrested was just the one more thing we needed! Selena felt hot and cold at the same time. The room felt like it was swaying. She could see Mr Baker losing all senblance of professional conduct. He was loudly telling his secretary the whole story as Selena was led from the room in handcuffs. She cried in horror as she was led from the room into a hallway full of kids. Her ripped blouse fell open and one breast was exposed! The crowd went wild-hooting and laughing. She screamed for the officer to let her cover herself up, but he either didn't hear, or ignored her. As she was led down the long corridor, one of the same boys who had laughed at Madison pointed to Selena and screamed with laughter. "Her tittie's out! He yelled loudly down the hall. " And she's in handcuffs " Another boy laughed hysterically. It seemed like the whole world heard him, everyone turned and looked, and everyone seemed to be laughing, and pointing. Picture phones were whipped out and and a screaming, crying, knot-headed, half naked Selena and a beaten bloody, and sullied Melody were photographed from every angle. Selena felt like she was walking in a nightmare! This just could not be happening! She had ruined her future, tainted her permanent record, been banned from homecoming and cheerleading, and was being walked half naked down a school hall with half the school laughing at her! She lowered her head in shame and embarrassment. Her illustrious college career was over before it even began. She knew she'd be lucky to even get into community college at this point. She was being walked like a criminal, and she couldn't even cover her boob! She hung her head and cried. What had she been thinking? Just as they reached the door, the officer realized her breast was exposed and pulled the rags of her shirt securely around her and fastened them securely in the back. But she knew it was way too late for all the ppl who had already gotten cell phone shots. Would this nightmare ever end? she looked up and saw Madison standing just outside with John. She looked as lovely as ever. Big, handsome John had his arms around her, and was hugging her close. Madison turned away as they passed as if she couldn't bear to look at them, but John looked them dead in the eyes, and his smile was cold and revengeful. Selena shivered at the hate in his eyes. It was all the hate she had put out against so many people in her life. Hate that was coming back at her in droves. As the officer opened the door, and flung her roughly in the car, he looked into her eyes. "I heard about what you did to that girl" He spat sneeringly. "And this part of your life is called karma......

Are you discriminating against men who don't look like this???

2009-06-21T17:56:00.005-04:00

These kinds of gorgeous guys are what many women dream of, but what if he's the simple guy next door...... will he have a chance?

Ladies I hate to disappoint you but most men who look like this already have a woman hiding in the background ready to crack your skull if you get too close. You will find for the most part most husbands look like... well husbands. They don't look like models. A lot of women will not give a man the time of day unless he is rich (or well off) handsome, sexy in perfect shape and over 6ft tall. Then they wonder why they are alone! Ladies I for one am not trying to get you to lower your standards, all I am saying is if he is a good man, it does not (or should not) matter if he does not look like the actor above. Some of the plainest men in this world have a spirit so beautiful you could wake up smiling the rest of your life if you gave them a chance. It is weird to me because I see so many sistas who will take any piece of a brotha. And I do mean ANY piece. (ugly, old, toothless, broke, drunk, broke down, bed wetters, sorry, trifling, even livin with his mama at the age of 40) But if a white man approaches them, he has to be 6ft- plus and look like Gerard butler or be wealthy etc etc etc. Ladies there are millions of men in this world. There is no MAN SHORTAGE! not at all. You can have any kind of man you want, but why exclude all the sweet loving plain men while waiting for someone who looks like this. This is the type you will have to fight off many other women for! Now I am not advising you to ignore gorgeous men or disregard them for relationships. I am merely saying don't discard the plain ones trying to get to the foine ones! The most important thing is that Mr right loves and adores you, provides for his children is reliable, loving, kind, generous and true. Would you date a guy who looks like the man next door? or does he have to look like Viggo? All around me I see men who are really decent guys getting the shaft because they are too short, or too plain or too something equally as shallow. I read a personal ad recently in the newspaper where a woman who admitted to being over 5.6 and 250lbs stated that she wanted a tall, dark, handsome man over 6ft tall with no extra weight on his body!!! Unbelievable! then she was cursing the paper out because no one answered her ad!!! Ladies you tell me is your man really hot or really just around the way looking. and does this make him a better mate? Everyday we see really attractive men get away with all kind of crap. Do you really think black women would have so easily forgiven Clinton if he had not been a very attractive man? Yes or no. Do you think Ted Bundy could have lured so many unsuspecting females to their death if he had not been so handsome? Do you think if Denzel looked like spike lee, his career would be where it is now, and has been for years? Did you know studies show handsome boys are picked first in sports, are far more likely to be adored by teachers, get better grades, and have smoother, far less stressful lives. Give your thoughts on this type of discrimination. Would you date a very ordinary looking guy or must he be some kind of hottie? Are you the same person around a very attractive man as you are around the plainer guys? Case in point. I come from a very attractive family. We have alot of 'pretty' people in my family including the men. When I was new in my college class, I was voted cutest girl, by the guys in the class. From that point on, I had major problems with some of the women in my class. They were cold, hostile and most often rarely spoke to me, except to make snide remarks behind my back. Often I found myself speaking to the backs of most females in the class when I tried to speak to them. After a while the men in the class noticed and found the whole thing hilarious. They told me to ugly down and then the women would speak to me. The truth is many of the girls were already as cute as me, they just didn't know it-if you can read between the lines and understand that statement. Well one day 2 of my male relatives (cousins) came to pick me up. One was my cousin Derek. he was 6.4 dark with light brown eyes and muscular body. The other was cousin Shawn. He was shorter about 6.0 brown skinned, considered very hot and had a very funny, personable personality. The women in the class went wild! Black and white. They bombarded my two cousins so badly, it was shameful and embarrassing. I thought they were going to ask for autographs! When I finally dragged my laughing cousins away, (almost half an hour later) the women actually followed us out to the parking lot! Anyway, from that point on I was every woman's best friend! They could not have been nicer to me after that. All the snide remarks behind my back stopped. All the glaring, etc. They made great efforts to get my opinion on everything after that and could not have been sweeter to me but I knew it was not me they had any real interest in. They were just trying to get to my cousins. I must admit though that it made the class alot more fun..... The point is, many men will make great husbands and fathers and friends if you learn to look beyond the physical, and connect to the person inside. My cousins are both married now, both regularly do things (I won't mention) which make them less than stellar mates, but their wives put up with it, because they're both gorgeous. Now ask yourself, would you rather have a nice looking guy who's true, devoted, and a great father. Or would you rather have the Morris chestnut/Dwayne Johnson/Viggo look alike whom you can't trust or turn your back on for a second. (not saying that's how these men are-they are only expls) Learn to look beyond looks to find his inner beauty, and many of you will be a lot happier.....

Love plan 1- finding him....

2009-06-10T16:58:00.005-04:00

For all you out there who are looking for love... It is time to take action. However, for those looking for love,-keep reading..... Today I am going to introduce you to the S. L. P. (Sara's love plan) Lets get started.... Lesson 1. First, forget what your mama told you about good girls only seeing one man at a time. You should ALWAYS date at least 3 men at a time. Why? because: 1. You will not become readily attached to one. 2. You will have a much, much better shot of picking the right one, not the sexiest, or most handsome one. (which is rarely Mr Right) 3. Your confidence will get a great boost, when you are being courted by 3 instead of one, and you will realize very quickly that you DO have options. (many sistas just do not realize THAT THEY DO HAVE OPTIONS!) 4. As your confidence grows, you will give off positive vibes that will further attract men to you. 5. Most important!- Men are extremely competitive! Men always want what they cannot have/ or is very hard to get. You should always BE hard to get and not playing it. 6. Supply and demand: You must think of it like this; You are a quality woman and you are in short supply! Whenever there is short supply-demand goes through the roof! They are all competing for YOU. Think of yourself as a scarce and precious commodity. A prize that only ONE person can win! 7. Later on after you snare the man of your dreams, he will forever look back and think of how hard he worked to get you, and this will make him work to keep you as well as keep him in love with you.... Ladies I think I have told you this before, but it bears repeating. 8. Men do not fall in love with women they do not have to work for!!! Getting ready to meet (HIM) Always prepare yourself for anything important in life, and that includes meeting Mr Right. So many women think things just happen in life and they are ill-prepared, and then wonder why they did not succeed. Did you get your job by just being there? Then why would you expect to find Mr Right by JUST being there? There are certain actions you must take or avoid so lets start to learn them now. Step 1. The first thing I want you ladies to do whether you are a size 6 or 16 is to get in shape. You will feel so much better about yourself if you just get in shape. Nothing takes the place of exercise: It will cause you to be more confident. It will make you feel sexier, and more alive. It will normalize your body functions. It will help you deal better with stress than any medication. It will strengthen bones and bodily systems. It will strengthen the heart and other bodily organs. It will clear your mind and enable you to think at a level you only dream of. It will spur your creativity and make you more creative in all of your endeavors It will energize and oxygenate your system and make your skin glow. It will release endorphins in your brain that make you feel excited and sensual. I could go on all day but I think you get the picture, the best thing anyone can. do for their body and their life is to exercise. Step 2. I want to introduce you ladies to a secret EVERY famous, rich, happy, or simply successful person knows. I began to do this in my life a few years ago and I cannot tell you what a difference it has made in my life in that short amount of time. The secret is: Positive Programming/self improvement I began to read self improvement books and listen to positive tapes. Some of my favorite authors are Tony Robbins, Dr Wayne Dyer, and Paul Makenna. You must think of your mind as garbage in garbage out. or Success in/Success out Always guard your mind. Never sleep with your TV playing in the background (unless you mute it) because you will be programmed all night long with garbage/negativity If you don't have a lot to time to read buy CDs from Ebay, but always program your own mind or it will be programmed toward negativity and failure by default. Ever asked a child why they took a cookie from the jar, and had them lie? Who taught them to lie at such a young age? The truth is nobody had to teach them. Negative traits are already in us, we have to be taught to make them positive. In other words, you will aim low by default or settle for something you dislike by default, etc. You must teach yourself to aim high, and to go for more. The books, and CDs have made a tremendous difference in my life, and this is very common for achievers. Mary Kay used to say she never wasted time in her car listening to the radio. She always listened to positive programming/self improvement tapes. Try it for 30 days and see how much better you feel, You will feel like a brand new person, and you will be sexy, confident and ready to meet your Mr Right/White. Step 3. Where to meet (HIM) Some of the best places to meet upwardly mobile/financially stable and marriage minded white men are the following: Bookstores (like Borders, Barnes-Noble Home depot or like stores Miniature golf places Big and Tall stores Expensive/Tailor stores Quiet-out of the way restaurants City Planning meetings Chamber of Commerce ( join for a few hundred/meet all the men you want) Real Estate Associations Another tip-find out where your local police/fire department regularly meet for lunch and be there! In our area there is a little restaurant about 20-25 minutes away, bursting at the seams with Big, handsome, White state troopers! Look around, your area will have one too! Anyway ladies, I think you all get the idea. Rock concerts are great places to meet rocket type wm. Sporting events, (esp. hockey, golf, and tennis) are EXCELLENT places to meet upper class wm. Ladies you are going to have to get out of your confort zone in order to get what you want. When you went for that new job, do you remember how uncomfortable you felt at the interview? Why didn't you leave? -Because you knew what you wanted was on the other side of that discomfort. It's the same thing in the beginning of a relationship. What you want is on the other side of that discomfort. So relax, take a deep breath, and lets get started.... This is Lesson 1 in S.L.P Sara's love Plan Thank you for coming, and god bless, check back in a few days for another lesson.

The dream girl -vs- the doormat....

2009-05-06T13:01:00.004-04:00

This is a reprint from my old blog, but how many of you have never read it, see if you can answer the questions at the end of the story. What causes a man to see a woman as a dream girl -v- the one he sees as a doormat?

See if you can tell after reading the following .....

Mike pushed his blond hair back, and surveyed the room. His brother Louis, who owned a predominant share in their finance company, seemed to be busy fighting off the women as usual. He looked up at him and gestured for help. Mike just laughed. He and his brother both were very used to the tenacious attentions of opportunistic females. He could smell them a mile away. What most of the women did not know was that he and his brother, both of whom were blond haired, blue eyed, and all American looking, both preferred black women. His friends and family had long ago come to terms with it, and it no longer seem to matter, that is , except to white women, who often threw hissy fits upon seeing him with his latest date. But he was in his 30s and ready to settle down. More and more he had been dreaming of a wife instead of just a one night stand. He sighed as he realized his big brother was standing over him, squinting. "Penny for your thoughts man" Louis pulled out a chair and sat down. Mike shook his head, not quite sure he was ready to admit what was on his mind. Louis spread his muscular arms wide, then gestured for their mutual friend Jackson to join them. A moment later Jackson appeared with Don in towe. Mike sighed. When the 4 of them got together, all they seemed to talk about was football, and for once he was not in the mood. Jackson looked closely at him. His black skin shining under the bright lights "whatsup with you boy?" Don broke in " looks like female trouble t'me" he said trying to hide the southern accent he was often teased about. "Nah, I just ... I guess I'm just a little bored" Mike confessed hoping they would let it drop. His brother leaned toward him, his handsome face crinkled in amusement."what the hell you bored for? too many women, too much money, too many cars, man tell me!" Mike glared at him, but did not answer. Everyone seemed to think if you had lots of money life was perfect-but his life was empty as hell and he knew it. "listen man, " his brother motioned for him to move closer "I need you to do me a big favor..." Mike cut him off " No way man I'm not going to fire anybody for you or-" Louis held up his hand "Man I don't need you to, I have no problem firing people who don't pull their weight. No this is something else..." His voice trailed off, then with what looked like a go-ahead look from Jackson he continued. "There are two women I need you to take out, One this week, and one next week." He held up his hand to silence Mike's protest "Man listen one is your dreamgirl I guarantee it. The other we just need to make her happy so we can get her business!" Mike rolled his eyes "man why me? I mean what about Jackson? you know I ain't into white girls" Louis shook his head slightly at Mike the way one looks at a mentally challenged child "Who said they were white?" he asked quietly. Jackson laughed "yeah one of em, we think is just perfect for you, you'll see she's fierce! the other well she'll do in a pinch" Mike did not like it. He didn't like feeling like he was being set up, and he didn't need his brother to pick his dates. But Louis would not take no for an answer and mike finally agreed "I won't even spend money on their asses" he thought "I'll take em both to the cove, talk em out of their drawers and be on my way!" He laughed at the thought of his brother's face when he did not get the business he was aiming for "it'll serve him right " he thought sneakily. "Let me go get a new suit..." When Mike pulled up to the large house, he beeped impatiently. Not bothering to get out and go meet the woman. Instead he leaned back in his beamer and waited. She emerged a moment later. Beautiful, dark and sexy looking. His brother had said her name was Pam. That was easy enough to remember, at least for the night. She was dressed in a short, tight dress that left her breasts hanging over the top. Her weave was thick and heavy and she wore far more makeup than such a pretty face required. She got into the car and smiled at him. She didn't seem to be at all annoyed by the fact that he did not come to the door. He was used to women letting him get away with shit. When you're rich, handsome, and extremely well connected the normal rules don't seem to apply. " Oh everybody said you were gorgeous" she gushed "they were right" He didn't bother to answer. Obliviously she was supposed to be the dreamgirl, and yeah she was hot and all, so why did he feel so let down? They drove up to the cove and got out. Pam grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast. He looked at her quickly to see if it had been an accident but the mischievous look on her face told him otherwise. "So what'll you like to do?" he asked. trying to keep the boredom out of his tone. He had dated women like her a thousand times. "I love to go to the country club and-" Mike tuned her out. His attention was on her hot body. Her breasts pushing against the rim of a dress that looked 2 sizes too small. She seemed to notice what he was staring at and giggled. A moment later they were locked in a passionate embrace, getting hotter by the moment. "you wanna go to the hilton?" she breathed. Mike just looked her, thinking "why should I, you ain't worth all the trouble of checking in and paying 300 bucks!" "Ah no baby, he breathed. I want you too bad!" She fell for it. In minutes they had disposed of their clothes and given way to pure passion. Two hours later, Mike lay spent, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Pam turned to him "I'm so glad we met" she gushed. " On our next date maybe we could see that new movie..." Once again he had tuned her out. He was listening to the sound of the water lapping against the shore. He had always loved that sound since childhood. Pam's voice pierced his thoughts. "maybe we could go to the beach or the movies or -" He shot her a, shut the hell up look, "Mike! she wined, You're not even listening to me! I'm telling you my feelings about- " "about what?" he shot back, "Woman I don't even know you" and frankly you're voice is starting to get on my nerves!" Pam looked like he had slapped her. In the next instant she was sobbing "you must think I'm some kind of whore!" she moaned. Mike was getting more irritated by the moment "Did this idiot expect an instant relationship from a cheap screw? She really was stupid. " It's getting cold, he murmured, better get you home." When they got in the car he turned on the stereo, and let the temptations take him to another place. Soon they pulled up to her house. He turned to look at her. Pam's face was red and blotchy from crying. She looked weak and vulnerable, he was so turned off, he had to look away. "would you walk me to the door? " she asked, but it sounded more like plead. Reluctantly he walked her up the walk "will I see you again?" she asked hopefully "Ah sure, " he murmured, knowing he was lying. He could not wait to get away from her desperate ass.... When Mike pulled up to the small but cute, cottage looking house, he did not know what to expect. If the last girl was the dreamgirl, "my God what must this one be like?" he wondered. He tried honking but no one came to the door. Getting irritated, he walked up and knocked. The door slid open and a brown skinned woman with her hair in a ponytail and very little make up, peered up at him. She was attractive but not nearly to the degree of someone like Pam.but She did have big brown eyes and sensuous lips. He was shocked to see her wearing very little makeup and dressed in jeans and a pretty pink blouse. Women usually went all out for him! She was on the slim side and her body was very nicely proportioned, missing the super large breasts and booty he usually went for. He knew her name was alexis but that was all he knew about her. "Ah I honked " He murmured. "no, you didn't " she said evenly. He squinted in confusion "yes I did I-" She held up her manicured hand and looked into his face " No, you did not " She repeated "unless you were honking for someone else because My dates do not honk, they come to my door!" Mike was taken aback. This was a total surprise. He had a sudden feeling this date would be very different than so many others he had been on. "who doe's this chick think she is?' he wondered. but he had to admit, he was feeling the first stirrings of respect for her. He opened the car door for her and she gave him a slight smile. He tried not to smile back, but lost, she was so damn adorable sitting there like some kind of princess! As soon as he turned on the temptations, she started to sing. He was blown away at the beauty of her voice, as well as her confidence. When he complimented her beautiful voice instead of waving the compliment away, she smiled and said "thanks everyone in my family can sing." It seemed only moments passed before they reached the cove. "Ah I thought we could get to know each other .." He stammered in response to her surprised look. " that's fine," she said finally." but next time ask if I feel like coming here instead of eating or something" He nodded, wondering once again who this woman thought she was! No woman controlled him! He was going to show her who was boss. They talked about everything. She was passionate about her new business and all the plans she had for it. Mike watched her face beam with excitement as she talked about her business. Usually the only thing he saw a woman that excited about was HIM! He was at a complete loss to explain why he liked her so much, but he had to admit that he did. A few minutes later he lapsed into silence and listened to the water push against the shore. She was watching him " Are you listening to the water lap the shore?" she asked. Mike looked at her stunned. "how did you know?" he asked "because your eyes went to the side, you were in auditory mode" " I was in what?" he laughed. "auditory mode! it just means you were hearing things in your head " she smiled. She leaned in closer "I do that too! she confided. " I love the sound of the water! Mike's heart started a faster beat. He starred at alexis wondering what it was about her that made his heart pound. Why did he feel like he had known her forever, when they just met a few hours ago! " He leaned in "Can I kiss you?" He asked quickly, realizing he was holding his breath. She nodded, and they shared a kiss so sweet he knew he would be on cloud 9 for days. She seemed to be in tune to him in a way he had never experienced before. He felt like he was under a spell! Way too soon she made him take her home. He rushed to open the car door and help her from the car. She looked up at him her big brown eyes glittering in the moonlight, and lovely brown skin reminiscent of chocolate silk. He wondered how he had ever thought Pam was prettier than her. He knew now without a doubt she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. At the door he rushed to ask if he could see her again next Friday. She hesitated, Mike bit his lip so hard it started to bleed. Finally she looked up at him "I have plans for Friday and Saturday, but I can see you on Sunday" A big smile broke out on his face as she hugged him good bye. He couldn't wait until Sunday! "I'm gonna take her to Maxine's" he thought "No, I'll take her to the country club, she'll like that." He began to plan the date in his head. This time he would bring flowers and candy and take her some place very classy. "Damn Louis" He thought "Why didn't he tell me I was going to meet my dream girl?"...

What did Pam do wrong that Alexis did right?

Why did Mike feel so much connection with Alexis?

Why did he feel under a spell, -was it just a coincidence?

why did Alexis suddenly seem so much more beautiful to him?

And most of all, how did she manage to turn herself into his dream girl in his eyes?

How to make him putty in your little hands.....

2009-04-15T15:01:00.006-04:00

Can you make your man feel like he's this hot?

Learn to, and you'll become the woman of his dreams.....

Can you make him feel like he's this hot?????????? Why do some women have men eating out of their little hand when other women cannot seem to get close to a good man at all? There are many secrets, but we're going to explore just a few here now- more coming soon..... Lets get started, I think you all know how important it is to be in shape by now, and to be clean and to approachable, so we won't rehash that. What I want to tell you is a little secret that all women who are really successful with men know. YOU MUST LEARN TO MAKE HIM FEEL ABOUT HIMSELF-THE WAY HE LONGS TO FEEL!!! What does this mean? it means: Everybody has a real self image and a feigned one. The feigned one is the one we really want. The real one is the one we think is most accurate. This applies to all people. You may have heard someone say: He thinks he so smart! or she thinks she's so cute! The truth is what we think is projected so hard that people can literally almost read our minds!! Of course women say this (she thinks she so cute!) about females all the time, usually from anger. However, when people constantly say it, you can bet the girl really does think she's so cute! There is a saying that goes: What you are is screaming so loud, I cannot hear what you're saying! It's really true. There was a famous artist who used to sit next to strangers after studying them a few minutes, and draw exaggerated cartoons of them. (for instance, he might draw a cartoon of an overly sexual woman which conveyed deep insecurity about her sexuality) The people he drew always invariably claimed, "that's nice, but it's really not me" People with them always exclaimed "oh yes it is!" The point is we all have sides that we are trying to hide, and sides that we want to show off. One of the easiest ways to pull a man into your lair is to bring out the side of him that he desperately wants to connect to, but does not dare for fear of what the world will say. This is the main reason many overachieving, controlling males will go to a dominatrix. They want to take off the hat of having to be the perfect leader and having to make all the decisions, and worrying constantly about never being let off that pedestal. I know what you are thinking. Doesn't every man want to be on a pedestal? The truth is yes and no. Yes, he will enjoy it for a (short) time. However, nobody wants to wear the superman cape everyday! It's just to emotionally draining! Men are no different. I will tell you a little secret. Ladies if you are kowtowing and pretending your man is perfect to get him down the isle, forget it!-you will NEVER get down that isle! The truth is he cannot marry you! He knows you are holding him up as perfect-and he knows he cannot maintain the facade! He is not perfect! He is human, and he wants someone who KNOWS he's flawed and loves him anyway! Yet he also wants someone who makes him feel like he can conquer the world. (Men are conquerors, you know) He wants to fight for you, and steal you away from all the men he suspects want you. (hint: if nobody wants you, NEVER let him know that-If nobody else wants you, honey- neither does he!) Then he wants to be your hero (your flawed, but lovable hero) The truth is the women who are the most successful with men almost cast a spell on them that can last a lifetime (no, its not a real spell) But she makes him think he's the greatest thing since sliced bread and not in a fake fawning way that he can see right through. For instance, my cousin's husband constantly complained that she had no time for him and always acted like he did not exist. I sat in her kitchen and watched him come home one day. He made a beeline for her to hug her. (He's a feelings man) She immediately pulled back and made a face. She gave him a peck kiss that did not connect and turned back to me. I started to try to explain to her that she had just rebuffed him and he looked upset. She blew that away and resumed talking about the show we were watching. A moment later, her 4 year old came in and said "Mommy, see my picture of the dragon I beat up! It was a rough drawn picture of him and a beaten down bloodied dragon. (Remember even as babies, men are conquerors!) She immediately stopped what she was doing and knelt down to his level. She looked at the picture and exclaimed about how talented he was and how proud she was of him. Then she gave him a big hug and kiss and squeezed him tight. He ran off happily to brag to his brother about how much she liked his picture. I turned to her and said "Louise, maybe you could do the same for your husband? " See, he wants to be praised for the dragons he slays too. work, bills, children, taxes etc. are just a few of the things men have to deal with everyday, (dragons ) and a little appreciation goes a long way. She treated her husband like he was not WORTH getting excited over. Yet had gone on and on over her 4 year old. Men are just big boys at heart ladies and his ego ALWAYS needs to be stroked! I did not say flattery, I said ego stroking. There is a big difference, mainly that flattery is fake. I will give y'all one more example. Suppose you have a short man in your life. He is very sensitive about his height and you know he wishes he were taller. A flattering woman might say. You look so tall and handsome! Immediately he dismisses what she says because how can he believe she finds him handsome, when she just lied about him being tall? A much smarter woman will bring up his height because she knows if she doesn't it becomes the pink elephant in the room. She might say something like this, " Jay, I suppose SOME women might like a taller man, but I find your height to be perfect for me, and soooo sexy" or whatever. Now he can breath because he knows his height is not turning her off-it's actually an asset with this particular woman! Take another case; Say this man has secretly always wanted to be thought of as sexy, but he's insecure about his bald head. Say his new GF tells him "Wow, you look great bald! *runs her hands over his head* and murmers sexily. "you remind me of Michael Jordan!" Now his bald head is no longer something for him to be ashamed of. Instead now he begins to feel stronger, taller, more appealing. The point is ladies, you must talk to your man (Men always reveal themselves-if you listen close) He will tell you by what he says and more important what he does not say about how he wants to feel about himself and the image he desperately wants to fulfill, When you bring out the side of him, he is longing to meet, it will be very hard for him not to fall in love.....Another LL (love lesson) coming soon-thanks for tuning in.......

Should you settle?

2009-03-21T09:02:00.003-04:00

There is ALWAYS a man out there who will love you no matter what. This bride is an example of a v-dark woman who found a good man. You are never too ANYTHING to find a good man-dont' settle!

In one word NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I know someone. She's young, very pretty very open to ppl, and very sweet. She is long on kindness but short on common sense. When I say that what I mean is that sometimes ppl are too kind for words and are likely to be taken advantage of. We'll call her Taya. A few years ago she told me that she was seeing some new guy." This brother actually has a job! " She squealed. I was morbidly unimpressed. She had, had her heart broken badly the year previous, by some loser, so I hoped she had learned her lesson. I remember asking her about him, and what she told me did not make me smile. She said that he was a few years older, and that he was a mechanic, and that he made decent money. At this point I looked at her in awe, and said "But you've got one year of law school left! What exactly do you plan to do with a mechanic? " At this point she stormed away and did not speak to me for a few days. When she did, I could tell she was waiting for an apology. But the thing is, I only apologize when I think I'm WRONG! I don't feel I was, so she was NOT going to get that apology. The conversation was strained, so I finally said. Taya, it's your life but you've told me he rarely takes you out, and even then, it's at night to far away places. You've said that he's a mechanic without any back up plan. ALL I can tell you is that men who take you to far away places usually do so because they don't want to be seen. And the reason they don't want to be seen are usually because they either have another woman/wife or they don't think you are worth showing off. And I would not give the time of day to ANY man who had someone else, or did not feel I was worth showing off!"

" But more than that," I continued. "I don't feel that a lawyer and a mechanic have much in common. They usually travel in very different circles and this man will probably end up resenting you when he realizes your income rings circles around his." Well the end result was that she became angry and we didn't speak for a while. She got pregnant with her first baby before finding out that this jerk had a wife and 3 other children. He had warrants for drunk driving, domestic abuse, and numerous other offenses. He actually expected her to stand by him, pay his Attorney fees, (criminal law is not her specialty) and take care of his other family until he got out of jail!!! Anyway, last month she came to me and apologized. She said she doesn't know what she could have been thinking. She said it was like she was brain washed, and had been programmed to give a brotha a chance no matter what. I told her that's exactly what it is. BW ARE brainwashed from the time they are born until they leave this earth the programming goes on and on cradle to grave. She broke down and cried. She said she now has a beautiful little daughter she has to raise by herself, and father is a drug pusher in and out of jail. I reminded her that unlike a lot of single mothers, she is a lawyer, and makes good money so it will not be as hard as many single mothers have it, and she will no doubt meet someone else. Although I was shocked to find out she made less than 70.000! I had always thought lawyers made at least 100.000+. But anyway the point of this is that ALL MEN SHOULD BE VETTED!! I don't care what his color is or what his name is, or what kind of family he comes from. ALL MEN SHOULD BE VETTED!! The second point is Ladies do NOT SETTLE!!

Why do bw think they are the only women who should life up men? You are not here to lift up men! You are here like every one else, to have life, and have it more abundantly. Stop thinking you need to play savior to a man! The plain truth is you should bring something to the table, and SO SHOULD HE! Believe me if you have nothing to offer, he is NOT coming your way regardless of how cute you may be. He'll be checking to see that you have whatever qualities he's interested in looks, personality, shape, money, credit, position, connections, fortune, fame etc. Whatever he is interested in, he'll be checking to see how much of those qualities/attributes you possess. In other words you will be vetted. Why in the world would you EVER allow him to pass through unvetted???

Don't' do it! Your future children are depending on you to pick out a good daddy for them. They cannot choose for themselves. Whatever man you choose to have them by, is the man who will be in their lives forever, so choose carefully. When it comes to IR dating I absolutely DO think you can much more easily find a good non-bm than a good bm. I won't lie about that. BUT, I also feel that just because he's non-blk is no indicator of his worth as a man or mate. What I mean is that although it's easier to find a good non-bm, that does not mean any old non-bm will be a good man. ALL MEN MUST BE VETTED!! And if you are aspiring high, look for a mate who is aspiring high. NEVER DATE OR MARRY LOWER! You have children to think of, it is NOT wrong for a woman to marry up. It's only wrong (and stupid) for her to marry down! I know I'll catch flack, and be called a gold digger but notice how ww seem to know and practice this inherently and also notice, how NO ONE calls them gold diggers. Why do bw always feel the need to settle? You are just as good as any other woman and you deserve the best too. The best men the best schools for your children, the best restaurants, the best clubs and houses. THE BEST OF WHATEVER YOU WANT! Stop feeling the need to settle for men who have little to offer. I am not saying he should be a millionaire. What I am saying is that whatever he does, he should be striving to be the best at it, and GROW. IOWs suppose he is a mechanic, but he's trying to buy his own shop, and is saving and working hard to make that happen. To me that's ambition. And I really like a man with ambition. If I were single, I would never give the time of day to a man who did not have ambition. That should be in the top 10 list because it means he's competitive. A man should be competitive. There are too many competitions in life for him not to be. Black women realize that you will never get that which you do not AIM for. Funny so many women get this when it comes to their career, but not when it comes to men. Stop settling for men who are NOT competitive. There are too many competitive men in this world for that. Have you ever noticed how many bm will get money and suddenly go after ww? I will tell you the stinging truth to why they do that. That's because he sees her as better! In his slave-damaged mind, her whiteness makes her inherently more valuable than you, and he will fight for her, and do all manner of things he would not do for you! Before, he knew he had nothing to offer her, (or bring to the table) . But now with his new found wealth, he knows he has something, and can now compete with other men. This is why Young berg sexed numerous bw of all shades and esp. dark before he became semi famous, and then had the nerve to say he did not do dark butts! after his short lived fame. Most men know he must bring something to the table, it's so odd to me that BM will come will absolutely nothing and still feel like bw should fall all over them. I feel like if he is NOT bringing anything to a woman's table, then why the hell is he there? But too many of you will settle for a man with absolutely nothing to offer (because he's a so-called brother), and deeply regret it, and pay for it for years and years. Nowhere is this more prevalent than in the BC. Where bw will date, sex, marry bm who are druggies, convicts, pedophiles, or just plain unambitious losers who are going nowhere. Ladies, forget about trying to save the po wittle black man and let him save himself. Real men NEVER depend on women to save them. Give them a wide girth, and get yourself together with all the schooling and skills you need to get out of the hood and get a REAL man. Some of yall will hate me for saying this, but there are few real men in the hood. What you have instead are many sorry little pieces of men looking for a woman to take care of them so they can do their damage freely against the women and children of the neighborhood. If you stay in one of these hell holes. Get out as soon as you possibly can! They are dream killers. These places teach women to settle for the bottom of the barrel crusty pieces of humanity, and call them men. Don't settle- you don't need to. You deserve a good ambitious loving husband just like every other woman. But you will never see all the beautiful hunks of delicious husband material around you unless you pull your head out of that garbage can, and look up......

How to use your female Mystique

2009-03-07T08:53:00.004-05:00

How do you explain that certain something that draws ppl to you?That makes you seem far more attractive than you actually are. That makes you seem taller, funnier, sexier etc. I know that there have been plenty of times in my life when 'knew' I had it. And other times when I knew for some reason, I just didn't It always seemed that the times I was easily able to project it, were the times I wasn't trying to... I remember once, it caused me to lose a friend.... I remember back in HS. I lost homecoming queen to another girl. I was pretty devastated, and had to go to the bathroom to pull myself together. My best friend at the time was there talking chattily about how I should not be upset because these things happened. She seemed inordinately 'cheerful though' and I remember a funny feeling in my gut. I remember feigning nonchalance and said; "You're right girl. I'm going to forget about it, and go out for Mayday queen!" She seemed taken aback,and stared at me. "Well...." she stammered. "I don't think that's a good idea...Ain't you too devastated?" I shook my head. "I guess not, I kinda had the feeling she would beat me, but I believe I'll win Mayday queen. She could not believe my confidence, and seemed almost shaken. I swore her to secrecy, and then watched amazed as person after person asked me when I had decided to run for Mayday Queen. She had clearly told everyone! Thanks to her big mouth, everyone knew I was running before I even put up posters, and as a result, I easily won. I was happy to win, but very uncomfortable with the fact that she had told everyone AFTER I asked her to keep it a secret. I began to keep a closer eye on her, and noticed that she constantly eyed my boyfriend like he was candy. The weird thing was, SHE was the one who had gotten us together, and begged me to go out with him. But watching her around him, it became patently clear she wanted him for herself. I waited for her to make her move, and soon she did. One day in chemistry she told me (in front of everyone) that she had told Tony I didn't care about him, and had only gone out with him because she begged me to. She went on to say that she was tired of watching me think I was 'all that' because SOME ppl thought I was pretty, and she was tired of me using people. When I asked her to name someone I had used, she spit Tony's name out, and told me she was tired of me thinking everything was about me and that Tony deserved better. I looked at her closely for a moment. Then I calmly said; "S--- I was waiting for your true colors to emerge-how long have you been in love with him? She stood there with her mouth open, blinking at me, trying to force her head to swing in denial, but it didn't work. Everyone in the class stared, and made comments about how jealous she must be to go tell MY boyfriend all this BS about me using him. She started screaming about how she'd have made a much better gf to Tony, than me, and how I was just getting by on my looks. ( She had always rated my looks alot higher than her own) She stormed off crying, and never spoke to me again. The stupid thing was, had she told me from the start she liked him, I would have helped her get him. She pushed me toward him over and over merely because SHE DID NOT HAVE THE CONFIDENCE TO GO AFTER HIM HERSELF!' It didn't work at all, and her open display only served to lower her status in his sights, while simutaneously pushing me up even higher on my pedestal. And when he heard through the grapevine that she was crying because she was so jealous of me, the attraction that he, and many other boys in school had for me, went through the roof! Ladies know that anytime you show jealousy for another female, you are elevating her, and debasing yourself. Never show jealousy, it always makes you look weak and second best. If someone is so attractive it's bothering you, acknowledge her and move on-never dwell. Always know that you are just as good as anyone else, and that you have unique qualities that belong ONLY to you, and you have NO reason to be jealous of anyone else. I used my life exp. because for years I was popular without knowing why, and I knew that sometimes I would project something that ppl seemed to find irrisistable but I had no idea how I was doing it, or how to control it. After studying it in and out of college, I have a much better grasp on what it is, and how to control it..... The REAL secret to creating mystique is to proudly wear whatever you are, like a badge of honor. For exp. When I was in this HS, we had just gotten back from Hawaii, and I had a very proper dialect (from years of training at my grandmother's insistence) She abhorred colloquial speech patterns, as she called them, and spent years instilling in me the need to enunciate every word. As a result, I had, and still have a very proper sounding voice. I also came up in a family that thought dark skin was gorgeous, and since I'm dark this worked in my favor, and I had/have an absolute love for my dark brown skin. Plus, my daddy always told me I was as gorgeous as a movie star, and I 'knew' he meant it. And even though I knew it was just his love talking, it was still a confidence booster. When I arrived at this school (junior year) the kids were so fascinated by me, that many times ppl were following me down the hall. See I was dark, yet considered very-pretty, I was quiet, yet lively. I was proper speaking, and unashamed of it. I was in a word 'DIFFERENT!'. And different = mystique! I'll tell you a little secret. Whatever you are constantly thinking is being conveyed to the ppl around you! It's very difficult to hide your personality for long because it comes out in everything you do, so the first rule of mystique is to think you are SPECIAL! I don't care what you look like, or where you are from-there is something special about you! Don't let anyone tell you there's not. Play up your talents, gifts, and potentials. The simple trick is to REVEL in whatever makes you, you. Being really good at almost anything will surround you with MYSTIQUE! PPl are always fascinated by ppl who are really good at something. If you've ever watched the Closer, with Kera Sedwick (sp?) I'm sure you've seen how although she's got some wrinkles, and her overly white skin direly needs a tan, she 'KNOWS' she's really good at her job. And this confidence spills over into every other part of her life. Watch closely, and you will see that she struts when she walks! I can tell she's thinking; "I'm one hot mama!" And it never seems to take the men in her life long to agree with her. See, this is why it is SOOOOOO important to have high self-esteem. Because the world will begin to agree with you! Most ppl will see you the way you see yourself. This is almost always a double-edged sword. If you are too tall, think of all the women who would love to have your height, and consider yourself a long-legged beauty. If you're too short, Think of all the lovely short women, Janet Jackson, little Kim etc, who make short, adorable, and think of yourself this way. If you hate some part of your body, either change it, or change the way you think of it! Be dark and lovely instead of 'too dark'. Be a dazzling red head instead of a fake red head. Be voluptuous instead of too hippy. Be sassy instead of argumentative. Be adorable instead of diffident. Be passionate instead of unruly. Be zealous instead of hard headed. I think you get the picture. It's more in how you think of yourself than almost anything else. It's odd to me that other women seem to inherently know this, but bw don't. BW seem unable to appreciate themselves unless they look like beyonce. (and how many of us look like that?) Yet a ww can look like Barbara Striesand and still be considered beautiful. Why? Because there are many forms of beauty! Babs IS beautiful! Think about it. She's multi-talented, inspiring, rich, well known, engaging, and interesting! These are all different forms of beauty in a woman. What are some of your forms? Let me give you another exp. I was watching a court show (old rerun-Judge Wapner) one day. I saw a dark skinned well dressed woman come into the court. She was med- height yet she looked much taller because she carried herself like a queen. When I first saw her, I thought she looked average (at first). But as I watched her walk up to the podium with such a regal air, and so well dressed, I found she looked more and more attractive. She almost seemed to wearing an invisible tattoo that said DARK GODDESS! Out of the blue, my male cousin, who was sitting next to me, murmured "Look at that GODDESS!" I was amazed because that was the word that had come to my mind as well! The (wm) judge (Wapner) seemed to share his reaction. His eyes widened, as he sat up to 'drink her in', and he could barely seem to look away from her to address the plaintiffs. It appeared she was suing a dry cleaner because they had ruined some of her very expensive clothing. The dry cleaner maintained that their liability was capped at 25.00 per item, and that they had no intentions of paying 1000.00 for her clothing. The woman spoke very eloquently, and held her head high and proud. She informed Judge Wapner that she should be compensated for the full amount of the clothing, and that it was distressing to her that the cleaners would not take responsibility for their actions. I was stunned as I watched Judge Wapner come to her defense. He all but screamed at the poor dry cleaner, about how dare him try to cheat "this beautiful, elegant, mesmerizing woman!" He went on about how anyone could see she wore very high end clothing, and she could not be expected to settle for a paltry 25.00! He tore into the poor cleaning man angrily, as the audience looked on in stunned surprise. Even they could see his open attraction for this woman and his inability to remain impartial. He even apologized to the woman for her having to leave her high powered job to be there that day, and told her that someone so beautiful shouldn't have to deal with such nuisances! The cleaner put his head down and sighed. He knew he had lost to the power of female mystique. She, of course got her award and walked happily away with Judge Wapner's eyes still following her every move... Whatever this power is, this woman had it in droves. I remember how uncomfortable the ww seemed. They seemed to grow more shocked and upset as the men talked outside about how the Judge had been so taken with her grace and beauty, he had seemed mesmerized. Ladies, this is the power of the female mystique. This woman only became 'so beautiful' after everyone saw her graceful carriage, her confidence, her lovely tone of voice, her class etc. These things transformed her before everyone's eyes. You can utilize this same power-It's all in your mind.........

Answer

2009-03-03T00:04:00.003-05:00

Hi Everybody. Clarice you were right. She was visual, and he was a feelings person. We will just go over the feelings personality for right now... Kinestestic (feelings ) men are usually very warm, and loving people. They respond to their world through their feelings. They make great friends as well as lovers because they are very concerned about your feelings, and are the warmest men you can find. They will dress for comfort rather than style. They will love the feel of things including skin, material, textures etc. They get hurt very easily because their feelings are always close to the surface. This is the man to tell an old hurtful secret to. He will be in his element trying to comfort you and give you solace. They often look down alot because the eyes travel down and to the R or L to access our feelings about something. Try this: Ask a friend what her room looks like. Watch her look up, and either to the left or right. (visual future, and visual past) you'll be able to tell what she is thinking by checking for a pattern. Now ask her how being in that room made her feel as a child, and watch her eyes dip down and go to the right or left. You'll be able to determine which is the past or future for her by watching closely. This is why you will often see emotional people with their heads downcast. They are in feelings mode and usually keeping themselves locked in a past memory. Back to your man. Tread on his feelings lightly. His words will ALWAYS give him away if you listen closely. Instead of saying "She's being a b*tch!" He'll say something like "she runs hot and cold!" or "She's just cold as hell, and I can't be bothered" He will constantly make remarks about feelings, textures, senses. For instance. I remember watching a friend argue with her boyfriend. She kept saying "Don't you see how stupid it is for you to wear that shirt?" How can it not be clear how silly you'll look in it. Everyone's gonna laugh at you!" She was really upset because he did not seem to care one bit. He responded to her; "I don't care what people say, I want to be comfortable, and this shirt is like an old friend, warm, comfortable, and well-worn. I feel like you're not listening to me. I'm telling you what I want, and you don't care. You're cold as hell, and only think about yourself!" Things were getting heated, and I decided to talk to her. After I coached her for a few minutes, she went back to him, and said: "Honey, you're right I understand how you feel about the shirt, but it makes me really uncomfortable to know that ppl are saying stuff about you. Why don't we save the shirt for quiet times at home, and wear something a little more formal tonight. I'd really appreciate it, and seeing you all dressed up makes me want to wrap my arms around you and never let go!" He fell for it immediately. All the sudden he 'saw' her side of it. Many times that's all it takes to really understand where your man is coming from. Thank y'all for tuning in-see you next post........

A heart stopping date......

2009-02-27T04:52:00.007-05:00

Read about this first date between Tony, an Ad executive, and a young lady who works in his small firm. See if you can guage his love language, and what clues have brought you to that conclusion..... Find the clues and guess the love language of these two people........ Tony leaned back in his new car savoring the feel of his Lexus as it hugged the road. Man nothing felt like a Lexus! He thought ruefully. He was so excited he had to keep himself from bouncing in the seat. He was going to pick up the hot girl from his office, he had been wanting to date for two years! Oh Man! -the heavens have smiled upon me! He thought. He smiled at a young mother as she picked up a screaming baby. He could sense her love for the child, but he could also sense her exasperation. He waited for her to pass the intersection and headed on his way, forcing himself not to speed. He couldn't wait to get to Taya. She had started with the Ad agency he and his brother partnered about three years ago. He'd had a crush, that had evolved into something much stronger a long time ago. His brother thought it was hilarious that he had never had the balls to ask her out, but she had never given any sign that she might have even considered it. He'd dreamed of her too many times to count. Taya! He said her name slowly to himself. Her whole name was Lataya, but he never called people by their whole names. That was way too formal. He pulled up to her block, noting how the neighbors stared curiously at him. Some of them looked downright cold. They didn't seem to be too crazy about white people judging by the cold looks. He smiled at them anyway. Nothing could dampen his mood today! He had a date with his dream girl. He had barely gotten the car parked when a younger version of his dream girl accosted him. Obviously she was the little sister. She handed her bike to another girl, and came forward to inspect him. "So you're the white boy from work huh" " The name's Tony," he answered a little irritated. Who the hell wanted to be referred to as the 'white boy'? The little girl who must have been about 12 seemed unfazed by his bristled answer. She continued to survey him. "Did you bring her flowers? " She asked nosily. He nodded. "Good," she smiled. " Taya thinks she's such a much, and she always expects flowers" The sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation, as Lataya came emerged, followed by her brother, and an older version of her, obviously her mother. Her mother smiled warmly, and he relaxed. Lataya was wearing a mid length white dress that shone against her dark cinnamon colored skin. Her dark hair hung like black silk around her shoulders in ringlets and curls. He felt his pulse quicken, and his breath come up slightly short. She was too beautiful for an ordinary man like him. He felt awed, and unsure. She moved toward him like a floating goddess, and glanced at his car, noting the roses on the front seat. Then she slowly let her eyes drift over him the same way her little sister had, like he was under inspection. He had spent a fortune on this suit, and he could sense the warmth come into her face as she met his eyes. He'd passed- She was smiling! His heart took a leap, as she gave him a brief hug and allowed him to lead her to the car. Her brother never said a word, but he didn't have to. Tony could feel his disapproval, but so what- he had Taya! She hugged her mom, and assured her they wouldn't be too late as she slid past the door he held for her. They cruised up the coast with her admiring the scenery, and him struggling to keep his mind on his driving, and not on her. His heart was beating a mile a minute, and he felt light headed. He had secretly been in love with her for ages, when his friend Kim, offered to arrange this date, he'd thought she was joking. But dreams come true, because here they were. The smell of her perfume, and the softness of her skin were making his thoughts go crazy. Thank God, she couldn't read his mind. "Nice car." She smiled breaking the tension. "What made you choose a Lexus?" He answered without hesitating. "Oh man, can't you feel the way it hugs the road! Nothing else feels like it! She looked surprised. "Really, I would have picked it because of all the gadgets and doodles-it all looks so cool and classy" "Yeah, just like you" he laughed. "Cool and classy." She laughed too. "I guess that does describe me, doesn't it. " She moved closer, and boldly slid her hands inside his suit and over his chest, toward his left nipple. She let her fingers twirl around nearly driving him crazy. His heart skidded to a stop, then began to beat wildly. She felt the hard thump, thump of it, and glanced knowingly at him before withdrawing her small hand, and laughing. He suddenly felt the same irritation for her that he'd felt earlier toward her nosy little sister. He pulled into a parking place, and turned to turned to her. "What the hell was that? " He demanded. She threw her head back and laughed. "I just wanted to see if I was affecting you! She feigned innocently. "You know good and damn well you affect me." He struggled to keep the humilation and anger from showing on his face. She was really good at reading faces. "If we had been on the highway, you would've caused me to run into someone. His face was red with embarrassment, and slight bitterness. He suddenly knew that she knew how he felt about her, and it felt almost mocking for her to play with him that way. What gave her the right to play with someone's feelings like that just because she was beautiful, and knew he loved her? What was next, did she plan to reach down and play with his dick then laugh when she found it was hard? She saw the anger on his face, and suddenly became contrite. "I'm sorry, sometimes I'm too bold. I just wanted to know if your heart was beating as hard as mine I shouldn't have-" "You?" he interrupted, hardly daring to believe her. "You're heart was beating fast?" "Yes." she answered softly. She grasped his hand, and pulled it slowly up her body until it rested over her left breast! He could feel the hardness of her nipple through the thin bra material. "Can you feel it? " she asked softly. Oh my God! He thought wildly. His body went into system overload, and the blood roared to his head! He wondered briefly where the hell he was supposed to find the strength to make it that restaurant door? Even in his wildest dreams-touching her hadn't been that fantastic! He staggered from the car, and bent over struggling to breathe. Two women passing toward the door looked at him with concern. "Are you alright Sir?" One called to him. Taya quickly came to him, and gave him a small brown bag to breathe into. "He's ok" She tried to wave the two women away, but their looks now turned from concern to disdain, seeing this black girl with a tall, dark and handsome obviously well-off white man. "Ok," Taya whispered in his ear. "I had no idea I affected you that much! " Tony threw his head back and laughed. "What gave me away? The hyperventilating, or the near faint?" She giggled. "Oh, I think it was probably when you grabbed your chest, like a man having a heart attack, and whispered Oh dear God!" He reached out, and pulled her into his arms. She went willingly, and lifted her head as he kissed her, long and slowly. Neither one of them could stop smiling. "This is the best date of my life. " He murmured. "But wait until I tell your mama, you let me feel you up in the car-Woo-Wee!" Taya punched him. "You better not, you jerk!" She laughed. "Some things better stay between the two of us." Tony sighed as they made their way to the door. "Oh all right, but what about our grand kids- is is ok to tell them?" Taya chuckled and nodded. "Oh ok, If you must tell someone, you can tell our grand kids, I have a feeling they'll be more open minded than my mama!" He wrapped his arms protectively around her as they walked smilingly past the scowling women. Nothing could ruin this night, he was holding onto his dream girl. The one he had waited two years to date, he had no intentions of wasting anymore time........" Although you have few clues about Taya, see if you can guess her love language, along with Tony's........... What clued you into their languages? -answer in 2 days....

What you have on the AVERAGE ww.....

2009-02-01T16:30:00.006-05:00

Even if you're not half as beautiful as Naomi, you still have something the AVERAGE ww does not-guess what it is.....

What you have over the average White Woman.....

It's actually something that pretty glaringly obvious.

Yet so few women realize it. Especially few bw. I think we have all noticed how spoiled and self absorbed many ww are. WM seem to be figuring this out as well. Allow me to give you a couple of examples:

1. One of my favorite cousins was married to a ww. (That's all he's dated- I know, typical bm) Anyway, he had a very good job, and the marriage started off fine. Before long, she gave birth to a baby boy. Even after she recovered from the birth, she refused to do a lick of housework or to wash baby bottles. She kept throwing them away and forcing my silly cousin to buy more because she said, and I quote: "White women don't do menial labor!" Keep in mind now, that she hailed from a local trailer park. She also insisted on not working, not doing laundry, and laying around the house in her bed clothes. My cousin grew more and more frustrated, yet chose to do nothing, aside from complaining to us. She also insisted on a weekly 'paycheck' for all her services! (go figure on that) He gave it to her to keep her happy, and she spent money like it was going out of style. He was getting regular promotions, and aside from her spontaneous demands for money, they seemed fairly happy. Well then the bubble burst. The economy shifted and like many people, he found his job to be in jeopardy. He asked her to go out and work in case he should lose his job. She flatly refused. He asked her to cut back for fear that they would direly need the money she was squandering on clothes and jewelry. She refused this request as well. She went on spending like there was no tomorrow until he got his pink slip. Except for the money he had managed to hide from her, they were broke. The checking/savings had been long emptied due to her compulsive spending, and they were over leveraged in many ways. This is when she began to show her true colors. She demanded that my cousin find work that would not 'embarrass her' and that he bring in the same abundant paychecks, he had brought home before. Of course with the economy in such a down turn, he was unable to do this. He did get 2 new jobs, but even together they did not match what he had previously made (8 k per month) She was horrified that they not only lacked the pay, but also the prestige of his previous employment. She promptly packed her bags and walked out, leaving him to take care of their child alone. He actually confessed to me that it was a relief to see her go. He said all she cared about was money, and that she had been spending apr. 5k per month on absolutely nothing, while he had to pay bills with the other 3. Within three months of her leaving, his bills are paid, and he has money in the bank. She called last week and said that she had thought about it, and decided to give him another chance. He told her to 'stay gone'....

I was talking with a ww acquaintance I know, (we'll call her lisa) when she casually mentioned that she had recently divorced her husband. She was so casual about it, I looked at her in shock. She laughed at the look on my face and told me that he had found out about a tryst she'd had with a bm, and had called an attorney. She said that she therefore had been forced to divorce him first so she could sue for alimony and child support. She then went on to brag about how she'd racked him over the coals in court by crying before the judge. She giggled as she described the horrified look on his face when he was forced to pay 1800 per month in child support(2 children) and 2000 per month in spousal support. She also got to keep their 8 year old ranch house, and one of their two vehicles. He has to pay all medical/dental expenses, and even carry the house insurance! I was shocked and horrified. She laughed as she told me how her lawyer had kept the info about the bm from being brought out in court with a: 'motion to suppress' and that the judge saw only an attractive ww, and was on her side from the intro. The expenses ended costing her hubby 3/4 of his income! I didn't even know that was legal! By the time she got to this part of the story 2 other ww, and 1 black had gathered near us to listen. The other ww all nodded approvingly and laughed with her. They said that she should not have to struggle, and she did the right thing. One even asked her attorney's name, and number. The other bw there looked as appalled as me. She asked how her ex husband was supposed to live on 1/4 of his income. To which Lisa snapped, "That's not my problem now is it?"

The other ww rushed to defend her. "She just can't be expected to live on nothing -now can she?" One asked. "No." I answered quickly. "And neither can he! "

The other bw shook her head as they hurried away. "They really think they're princesses and the world is their fairy tale. ' She murmured.

What's the point? The point is these are common scenarios for ww. Many ww lack loyalty in a relationship. What right did she have to accept spousal support from a man she cheated on? Yet this is common for them to get it. Now I am not implying all ww are like this. What I am saying is that many are. They have become so spoiled they don't know how to ride out the hard times, or stand by their man when he is having problems etc. They are also the most likely of all women to go to court and 'cry' to get their way. What you have on ww is simple. Many ww think only of themselves, and are quite vain, and shallow. Many will leave a relationship at the first inkling of hard times. So in answer to the question, what do you have on ww. The answer is LOYALTY!

As bw, we are nothing if not loyal, and that character trait precedes us. The next time you are wondering what you have on ww, remember this...........

The girls of Hollingsworth

2008-11-01T03:03:00.015-04:00

Selena rolled over just as the alarm went off. Damn, I just got to sleep! she sighed. She starred angrily at the alarm for a minute before punching it, to make it stop whining. She sat up and glanced at herself in the large antique mirror that hung over her dresser. She looked nothing like a pretty teenager in the morning. In fact, she looked like hell right now. Dragging her tired body from bed, Selena made her way down the hall toward the bathroom. Her mom grace was just coming out. She took one look at Selena and laughed out loud. "You look like an old woman in the morning, instead of a young girl!" She giggled again, then quickly stifled it as Selena glared at her. "Oh honey, come on- mornings aren't that bad! Besides, don't you pick the new cheerleaders today?" At the mention of cheer leading practice Selena suddenly snapped to life. She as Co-caption would get to help Melody the team captain, pick 4 new cheerleaders. She absolutely loved cheer leading, but she loved making those girls squirm and beg to get on the team even more. To Selena power was the world's greatest resource. She fairly flew into the bathroom to get ready. "Don't wait up for me mom, we'll probably go to the diner after the picks to get something to eat" she called behind her. Grace Thomas made a face. "Selena," she called through the door. "Your father is not going to like that! You know he likes us all to eat as a family!" On the other side of the door, Selena started the shower, and ignored her. Everyone in the family, including her brother David, her sister Megan, and her father Joe, all catered to her. Everyone treated her like she was the star. And as far as she was concerned, that was the way it should be. She took a super fast shower and then headed toward her room. Just then, Megan rounded the corner. "Sis, can I catch a ride with you to school?" She seemed to be holding her breath, as she stared up at her big sister. Megan was tall like Selena, and had their mother's carefree good looks (like Selena), but she was on the shy side and rather quiet. Selena shook her head at her. "Not today Megan, I've got to get there early- Isn't your friend Tamekia coming for you? "She grimaced even saying the name, she hated anything that reeked of Ghetto-and that name screamed Ghetto. "Um...it's Tameka, Selena. She's not going today, she has a dental appointment-so I guess I'll have to take the bus" She looked forlornly at her big sister, as she moved into the bathroom. Selena shrugged, and started on her way, but as she turned, she ran smack into her father, and he was not smiling. In fact he looked pissed. "Selena, if you think for one minute that I'm going to spend my hard earned money buying you girls a car that you commandeer for yourself, you have another thing coming! If Megan cannot ride with you, then she'll take the car and you'll get there however you can!" Selena stared at him in shock. "But daddy, I've got to get there early so I can-" He held up his big black hand and cut her off. "I don't give a damn Selena! " I'm tired of you wrapping this family around your finger and making fools of us all! Either you wait for her, or she takes the car! -And here's a thought. If you don't like it, get a job and buy one for yourself-or get that dumb-ass boy to buy you one! Selena felt tears sting her eyes. It was not fair! But by the set of her father's face, she knew he was not going to change his mind. He strode roughly away from her, and headed downstairs. It was obvious he was angry about alot more than the car, but she could not worry about it right now. Megan peeked out meekly at her. Of course she'd heard everything. "Hurry up and meet me downstairs or I'll leave you! " Selena snapped at her. But Megan met her eyes, and for once didn't seem intimidated. "I'll be ready by 8, and I suspect you'll be there waiting." She said evenly. She slammed the door, as Selena tried to punch her. What the hell was wrong with her family today? Everyone was suddenly treating her like she was common! She flounced angrily away and stormed off to finish getting ready for school. Suddenly, even the thought of harassing the junior girls at squad practice didn't get her as excited as it should have... At practice, Selena took her place next to Melody to watch the new girls work their butts off trying to get one of the coveted 4 spots. Her boyfriend Mike, and 4 of his friend hung in the back watching the girls get ready to compete. Dammit! Selena thought to herself. I told that fool not to bring his dumb friends to watch the girls. The faculty was complaining about the girls being exploited. Something stupid about the guys looking-and making remarks about their behinds or something. It's all so stupid-but never the less they didn't need the hassle. She sighed. The school seemed to be on a no sexual harassment tip, but Isn't that what guys did- look at girls butts? She moved over as Heather, and Angel took seats beside her . Angel flung her long blond hair and looked around. "Where's Cami? " she asked, breezily. Selena shrugged. Heather leaned back and looked at Selena. Her dark skin was smooth and tight. Selena looked at them, and stifled a laugh. They looked like double fudge and triple vanilla. They were both tall and very attractive but Heather was very dark with short curly hair, and Angel was very fair, and blond. They had been friends since they were little and were very close-almost like sisters. And to have one angry at you, was to deal with them both. The funniest part though was that Angel was 3 times more aggressive than Heather, and was far more hood. Heather in fact was on the quiet side, and the only time she'd seen Heather get aggressive, was when someone messed with Angel. They had lived in Hollingsworth all their lives, just like Selena. It was a pretty little town in West Cali, and considered quite creme de la creme. It had an Ethnic Majority of well off Black and Spanish people with a sprinkling of white/other. Most of the kids had known each other for years, and did not take kindly to outsiders. "What do you think of that one?" Selena pointed out a tall red headed girl with an amazing back flip. Melody shook her permed hair. "No, not the white girl! " she snapped. "We already have 2 or 3 of them!" Angel and Heather both turned to glare at her. "What the hell is this-tokenism?" Angel snapped at her. "If she's one of the best, she's going to make the team, and I dare anyone to tell me different!" Her mouth was set in a hard line as she glared at Melody. She was leaning forward as if daring Melody to say more. Selena leaned forward, and looked at Heather. Sure enough, Heather's body almost perfectly mirrored Angel's and her mouth was set in a hard line too, as she too, glared at Melody. Selena stifled a laugh. Those two cracked her up! Melody shrugged. She wasn't in the mood to take on Angel or her attack dog, as she secretly called Heather. So she turned and continued to watch the cheering girls vie for her attention. Selena studied Melody. Melody hated alot of stuff -especially Angel. She really didn't seem too crazy about non-black people at all except Cami. (who was Hispanic.) But everyone loved Cami. Melody seemed to tolerate people rather than actually like them. Selena wasn't even sure she liked her, although she said she did. She also didn't seem to like black people who had no money or who did not drive nice cars and who could not speak perfect English and on and on... Melody had a whole list of reasons to hate people and a very small list to like them. Selena had to laugh to herself. And to think people thought she was a bitch! They had not met Melody! Just then, Camilla came through the gym doors and motioned the sitting girls to get up. They happily complied. She made her way up the bleachers, and joined the group to watch the performances. "You're late. " Selena told her. "Yeah, sorry- I had to get help with my math or I'm gonna fail" Camilla turned back to the show. "Who's the white boy?" she asked suddenly, pointing across the gym. Selena followed her finger. Laughing with Mike and the guys was a white boy she had never seen before. He stood about 6.2, had dark hair, and athletic build and what looked like a dark patch creeping beneath the sleeve of his gym shirt. But as he drew closer, she saw it was part of a hidden tattoo on one of his muscled biceps. Cami drew in a sharp breath. "I lika trade my man fo hem!" she exclaimed. they laughed. Cami's accent always peeked through when she got excited. But Selena could not help staring herself. He was fine! Even Melody was looking, and this caused Heather and Angel to look at each other and burst out laughing. To see Melody looking at a white boy was too funny! Coach Manning glared at them, and blew her whistle-hard. "Girls, I realize the young men are a major attraction, but do you think you could help me choose the new cheerleaders before game time!" They turned back sheepishly and tried to concentrate on the new picks. The two girls who really stood out were the red headed white girl, Selena had pointed out earlier, and her friend. A pretty brown haired black girl with a big chest. She seemed rather shy, but on the floor she was dynamite and she knew it. She and the red headed girl dominated the competition and then then moved off together, to let the next pair try out. They moved confidently off toward the bottom of the bleachers. Selena stared at them. She knew the black one from 'somewhere'-but she couldn't remember where. They seemed quite aware that everyone was whispering excitedly about them, as they took their seats. Coach manning happily put their names on the definite side of her roster. "Wait a minute!" Melody exclaimed, as she realized what she was doing. " We didn't vote them in!" Coach Manning turned to her. "Why would they not be in Melody? They're the best I've seen in ages, and they can do all the flips effortlessly!" Melody pursed her lips and looked at the rest of them for back up. "I don't like them! " she announced, angrily. "They look ridiculous! The white girl is too... well.. too white! And the black one well lets face it, her titties are too big-she's going to make the uniform look ridiculous!" Angel faced her angrily. "I am soooo sick of your racism Melody! What the hell does that mean she's too white? You're too bitchy but you made the team!" Heather nodded in agreement behind her. "And what's wrong with big boobs? " Camilla asked, looking down at her own well-endowed chest. My uniform fits just fine!" Coach Manning held up her hand, and looked pointedly at Melody. "Get over yourself fast Mel,-or you'll find your own spot in jeopardy. I have already chosen those two. You girls can argue amongst yourselves about the other two. But Samantha and Madison are on the team-now have a good night, because I'm leaving." "You can't leave! " Selena burst out. "I don't want those two either! I don't like that Madison-she thinks she so cute!" She'd just remembered where she'd seen Madison. It was at the summer club and Madison, had been with a really cute white boy. And when Selena had glanced at him, she had grabbed him close like she was going to steal him! She had not known her name then, only that she did not like her. "Tough!" coach Manning yelled behind her as she made her way toward the door. "I said they're on the team- now deal with it!" With that, she was gone, leaving the girls to fight it out amongst themselves. Selena glanced down at Madison and Samantha. They both had smug looks on their faces. Although they were too far away to hear the words, they seemed to know instinctively the argument was about them, and that they had won.... 2 hours later, at They arrived at Teen Steam, the local hang out. Cami couldn't be there. She had to get home, but the rest of the group made it, although both Selena and Melody were not in the best mood. Selena slid angrily into the booth beside Mike. "She said we could pick them and then she picks them" Selena burst out. Melody waved it away. "Let it go Sel, nothing we can do about it." She accepted a hug from her boyfriend Keith then glared off in space. "Well, I think they'll be a good addition" Heather shrugged. "Me too, and the other two are good too, so we should have a good team this year" Angel agreed. "You would feel that way," Melody looked her up and down. "Everybody knows white people stick together!" she moved behind her boyfriend in case Angel got violent. "They do not!" Angel shot back at her. "Cool people stick with cool people, so I don't know why we bother with you!" "Yeah!" Heather echoed, nodding in agreement as usual. "And we're sick of you Melody, I'll just say what everyone is thinking: You're a bitch!" Melody gasped and choked on her coke. "You.. you can't talk to me like that Heather!" She turned to her boyfriend. "Tell her about herself Keith!" Keith looked like a salmon caught in a trap. "Oh look, here comes Banks!" He said quickly. The same handsome white boy from the gym was walking toward them. He was handsome across the room, but breathtaking up close with a shock of dark hair and sea green eyes. Selena drew in her breath so sharply, Mike cast her a weird glance. Even Melody forgot how angry she was and stared in fastination. The boys stood up and slapped hands with him. Mike turned to Selena. John man, this is my girl Selena. Selena meet John Michael Banks" Yes, his father is the one who owns Banks and Banks, the investment firm. A few years from now, my man'll be taking the lead!" He slapped John on the back, smiling. Selena was so impressed she had to force herself to act normal. The one thing she loved and respected was money! And this guy smelled of it! She smiled warmly as he shook her hand. He was polite, but seemed distracted -and not by her. Selena fought the irritation creeping into her face as his eyes scanned the room for someone. "Nice to meet you, didn't y'all put my girl through today?" "Who's your girl? Angel asked. Glancing at Selena with an amused look on her face. She had seen the clear attraction on Selena's face, the moment Mike mentioned who John was. Selena's just like Melody. She thought to herself. A gold digging tramp who'd cut her mother's throat to get what she wants! "Madison Williams. John answered proudly. Keith looked confused. "Madison, the cute black girl that's built like a brick house? .... " He held his hands in front of his shirt to signify large breasts. John chuckled. "Yeah, that's her. She was scared to death she wouldn't make it because girls sometimes get so jealous of her" Melody snorted rudely, then cough-laughed to cover it up. jealous of what? she wondered. Those ridiculously large cow utters! She glanced at Selena who was hiding behind her napkin, to cover her malicious laughter. He paused and looked at them closely. "I promised her y'all wouldn't treat her like that, and she'd get a fair shot. Thanks for giving it to her, it means a lot to us" He seemed confused by their amusement, but he didn't say anything more. He simply turned and strode away. Selena took a bite of her french fry and tried to swallow the feelings of anger churning in her stomach. She watched John head from the counter with two plates and toward a table in the back corner. Madison waited for him at the table. Her brown hair was freshly washed and brushed into a pony tail, and her make up free face was brown and pretty. She smiled as John slid into the booth beside her. He kissed her cheek, and pulled her close. They looked so happy! Suddenly, Selena lost her appetite. Mike gave her a quizzical look. "Honey what's wrong?" "I'm not hungry-that's what's wrong! " she snapped at him, looking over his wide shoulder to where Madison sat happily eating, while John nuzzled her neck and whispered softly in her ear. Melody looked over at them, then back at Selena. She didn't seem upset at all, in fact she seemed... well, calculating, like she had a plan. She smiled crytically at Selena, and sipped her coke. Selena knew what Melody was thinking. Mel hated anything too perfect, or anyone too happy. She knew without asking, Mel would help her break them up. Melody looked at her, as if reading her mind, and nodded. Mel loved to cause trouble. She would do it just for fun, but Selena had something much more important in mind-and his name was John. She watched as he laughed softly at something the cow-titted girl was saying. His green eyes met Selena's for a second, and her heart began to flutter. Suddenly she could not wait to get Corny Madison out of the way. She'd never had white chocolate before, but suddenly she could not wait to try it! ....... Will Selena and Melody be able to get rid of Madison and throw her off the team? Will Selena be able to take what she REALLY wants? Find out in our next chapter of The girls of Hollingsworth.....

Starter tips for meeting Mr. Right....

2008-10-23T18:15:00.003-04:00

Finding him.... Alot of women say they want to find someone, but do they really? Sometimes women think they want a man, but they really just want the man in their imagination and not a real, living breathing flawed human man. Ladies, just like you, he will not be perfect. He may be too short or too small in stature or too plain or too whatever. But please look around you and really see the husbands and notice not too many of them look like Brad Pitt. Most guys who are husband material will not be that fine, but then if you had a Brad Pitt, think about it. There maybe several Angelina Joli's waiting to steal him, and who can compete with her! lol. I am not saying super handsome men cannot be good, and faithful and all that. I am just saying, if you want a man, try to focus on his inner qualities instead of the external-because those are the ones that really matter. Now having said that, lets move on to attraction. You must learn to use your green light. Alot of sistas are VERY familiar with the red light when it comes to non-blk men, but almost seem to forget how to use the green light. They don't remember how to flirt in a light and carefree way or how to let a man know they are interested without sending out desperate signals and the like. The simple truth is that: Men are afraid of rejection just like you. Know that he is 3x more likely to approach a smiling plain woman then he is to approach a mean faced Beyonce. Here are some of the things you can do get his attention, in the beginning. 1 Be as attractive as you can be. Few of us can be Beyonce or Angelina, but with cleanliness, make up and in reasonable shape-most of us can easily be pretty. 2. Really look at him, like you are trying to see inside his eye. Then ever so slowly smile and look gently away. When you turn back, if he is looking or turning red-that's a definite green light for YOU! In other words, he's interested.... 3. Ask questions to get the ball rolling. Small talk is an important part of a new relationship. Ask him about himself and really want to know. 4. Laugh at his jokes. Men love to play the clown especially if they have a captive audience. If his jokes are stupid, laugh at the stupidity of them 5. Emphasize the similarities: Don't talk visual to a feelings man and vice versa. that's right I owe you guys the hearing and feeling man don't I.? Sorry, I forgot, but I will make time next week to do them both-then you'll know what I'm talking about.... 6. Be friendly, open and sweet but never desperate or sleazy. Just be your own happy self. Many men are attracted to bubbly women because they consider them exciting and warm. Many women act cool and quiet, and then wonder why men pay them no mind. Ask yourself -do you pay much attention to the quiet as mouse people? These are some starter tips to get the ball rolling. We will go into much greater detail soon, but I would like to get the hearing and feeling men out of the way so you all will know what I am talking about when I mention them. So We'll do those posts soon and get back to attraction..... Thank y'all for tuning in-See you soon....

Part 2- Can this relationshop be saved....

2008-09-28T11:26:00.003-04:00

You guys did so well, you don't even need me anymore! That was really good. Our lady was definitely a casual auditory and he was a virulent visual. They did not mesh because she was far to casual , and unkempt for him. Visuals are often viewed as being stuck up because they seem so supercilious. The truth is that they simply have a picture in their mind, and they feel almost compelled to conform to it. What makes it hard for them to get along with audios long term, is that auditory people seem to be very laid back and go with the flow type people. And although visuals (like me) may wish all day we could be that way, and sometimes feel upset with ourselves that we are not. The truth is we are not! I learned a long time ago. You cannot change the basic tenets of your personality, so your best bet is to work with it. Things would have very little chance of working with this couple because they were just too different. (esp. if neither one is interested in massively changing) Their best bet would be to find people more like themselves. The saying that opposites attract is misleading. Yes, opposites do attract initially, then they start to repel. People who see the world completely differently either need to be able to see through the other's eyes as well as their own, or they will most likely not last. I will give one more example. My very young daughter is a very casual auditory. she even listens to music while doing her homework! She is a great dancer, on the drill team and loves to talk for hours (whether we want to hear it or not) I on the other hand am an uptight visual. I like a clean house, cannot relax in a dirty one. Love lots of peace and quiet, movies, and reading. It drives her crazy that I'm extremely organized, and overyly rigid. As well as the fact that I am constantly 'on' her about her room'. It drives me crazy that she loves to talk for hours (either on the phone or in person) and I want peace and quiet. After years of dissension about it, she finally learned to talk to me in a pithy manner, ie, coming to the point and making it short. We've learned to close her room door so everyone does not have to see it. I still demand she clean it every week. But in between I know it' s going to be a mess, so I don't go looking through it, and getting upset. When she wants something, now she will talk about how her job is done, or her room is clean, or show us some good grades. See she has learned to think outside of her own spectrum, in order to get what she wants in life! And ladies you must learn to do the same! If your man is auditory by all means do auditory things (sing, dance, talk, listen etc. Tell him how much you love his voice, speak in the same slow melodic voice he uses. Play up the similarities between you. But if he's visual-never be lax about your appearance or how the house looks. And NEVER EVER drown him in feelings! Visuals hate to be drowned in feelings (esp. by ppl they don't know well). If he's a kinestetic -touch him! Tell him how much he means to you and how glad you are that he's there. Tell him something about this relationship feels totally right. Learn to wrap your man around your finger just like babies do. They instinctively know how to get you to think they are the most precious adorable creatures God ever created..... Just keep in mind that you want to play up how much you two are alike! -and make him feel like you are the only one who understands him! If he is visual, you should have him thinking to himself: "I can SEE myself making her my wife! Or if he's auditory he should be thinking: " Something TELLS me she's the one!" Or if he's kinestetic he should be thinking: " I've never FELT this way about a woman before!"

CAN THIS BRAND NEW RELATIONSHIP BE SAVED?.... And how????

2008-09-13T16:12:00.007-04:00

Read the following short story and see if you can figure out the problem here. Should these people try to forge a relationship? and why or why not. Is the latter part the neighbor's fault or not-answer the questions at the end.... Lisa swayed to the music as she prepared the delicious meal for her intended. She was so excited. This was their 3rd date, and the first time she had let him come to her house. Mark was so sexy! The sound of his voice always turned her on, and made her hot. She'd kept everything calm though and had not let him talk her into anything too fast, But tonight would be different. She was plannig to find out just how good he was in the sack tonight. She had not done anything too fast, just as her friends had advised. But man had it been difficult. Mark was hot! He moved like he heard music no one else could, and he always looked perfect. Never a hair out of place. Lisa, on the other hand, was a comfortable dresser and rarely dressed up like he often did. But she certainly appreciated how good he always looked, and sounded. At 8.pm on the dot, her bell rang. Lisa ran to open the door, wiping roast beef on her apron, and rushing to open the door. Mark stood there looking like he stepped from the pages of a magazine. He wore an expensive overcoat, and smelled as if he had just stepped from the shower. Lisa thought about the shower she'd had (about 6 hours ago) too late. She was covered in flour, and other cooking concoctions, but she laughed it off. "You caught me off guard." She giggled. But Mark was not laughing. "We agreed on 8.00 didn't we?" He took in her disheveled appearance and seemed disappointed. Lisa tried to give him a hug, but he stepped back. The look on his face stopped her in her tracks. "Ah, I just got this coat from the cleaners" He murmured. "Maybe you could find something clean to put on. " Lisa nodded, trying not to feel upset. She ran in the room and changed while he flipped through the channels on her tv. When she came out, she was wearing her favorite pair of jeans and a cute pink top. This time he gave her a hug but it seemed stiff and forced to her. They sat down to dinner and Lisa turned up the music, so she sing to one of her favorite songs. As soon as it was over, Mark reached over and turned the music off. Lisa felt irritation creeping over her. Where the hell did he get off turning off her music? Mark smiled at her. "I thought we could talk " He said semi-warmly. That food looks great! Lisa set the table and motioned him over. "Yeah, I hear good food is the way to a man's heart " She laughed. So tell me about your job, what do you like about it. I hear y'all make good money over there. Sounds like my kind of place. She plopped down and started to eat. Mark seemed rather uncomfortable for some reason but he sat down carefully and quietly began to eat as well. "Well, I rather enjoy it, so it's something to look forward to, that's for sure. "I'm in charge of operations, so I have to make sure by visual inspection that everything is up to par and- Just then a loud car went by playing a Janet Jackson song. Lisa began to prance in her seat, throwing her hands up, and gyrating in the chair. She completely tuned Mark and his boring job out as she seat-danced. She looked at Mark expecting him to be dancing too, but he had looked down at his plate, and pursed his lips. When the car was gone and it was quiet. Lisa looked at him closely. "What's your problem?" She asked quietly. "I heard you were a stick in the mud, but I thought it was just a rumor." Mark's head snapped up. "You're calling me a stick in the mud. That's rich! because you act like some mindless video- They were both interrupted by the sound of the door. Lisa threw a quick glare at Mark. "I'll get it, you just sit here and be too good for words!" She went to the door and flung it open, her face smoldering with unresolved anger. The new neighbor Samantha stood there holding an empty bowl. She took a step back at the look on Lisa's face. "Ah..... hi Lisa, is this a bad time-I can come back" She smoothed her hair, and half smiled. She was dressed in a brown chiffon with matching heels, and her hair and make up were both perfect. Lisa was in no mood to play good neighbor. "What do you want Sam?" She said without civility. Sam's eyes widened at her rude tone. "Ah.. n..nothing, I'll talk to you later." She seemed embarrassed and upset. She turned to go. "You must have come for something, you have a bowl in your hand." They both turned to the sound of Mark coming up to them. Sam's eyes widened at the sight of him, and her smiled came to life. "Well,.... I don't want to interrupt, but I needed some sugar. I ran out and I'm making these cookies-" She trailed off, still staring at Mark. Lisa turned to find Mark starring just as hard back at her. Her blood began to boil. She turned to Sam and glared a warning glare. "Well, we're in the middle of dinner, but I'm sure the corner store has sugar! " She answered brusquely. Both of them turned to look at her like she was crazy. "Tell you what" Mark answered, ignoring Lisa, "I was finished eating anyway He lied. Why don't I go and get you that sugar" Sam was backing away from the anger on Lisa's face. "Oh... ah.. that's ok but thank you" She turned and hurried away ignoring Mark's calls behind her. Lisa slammed the door. "So you wanna chase that little slut-go ahead! "She screamed. Mark starred at her. "Why are you calling her a slut?" He asked quietly. "You're the one who looks like a slut to me. You let me come to your house after dating for less than a month!" I know exactly what you planned to happen tonight, and so do you! " Lisa's face blanched. "That's not true!" She shrieked. "Nothing was going to happen, except dinner!" Mark was grabbing his overcoat. "Yeah right! - The first time I looked at you in that too tight outfit, I knew what you were up to, and what kind of woman you were! " He ran out the door before Lisa could throw a plate at him and ran across the lawn. Lisa watched him search around until he found Samantha talking to another neighbor. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she watched him smile at Sam in a way, he had never smiled at her. What happened she asked herself. How did that little tramp simply smile and steal my man? See if you can answer the following questions. What went wrong here? Why weren't they connecting? Why was he so uncomfortable? Why did he seem much more attracted to Sam? Should Lisa keep pursuing him or cut him loose? Answers soon......

How to have him eating out of your little hand........

2008-09-04T20:04:00.004-04:00

Can you make him feel like he's this hot?????????? Why do some women have men eating out of their little hand when other women cannot seem to get close to a good man at all? There are many secrets, but we're going to explore just a few here now- more coming soon..... Lets get started, I think you all know how important it is to be in shape by now, and to be clean and to approachable, so we won't rehash that. What I want to tell you is a little secret that all women who are really successful with men know. YOU MUST LEARN TO MAKE HIM FEEL ABOUT HIMSELF-THE WAY HE LONGS TO FEEL!!! What does this mean? it means: Everybody has a real self image and a feigned one. The feigned one is the one we really want. The real one is the one we think is most accurate. This applies to all people. You may have heard someone say: He thinks he so smart! or she thinks she's so cute! The truth is what we think is projected so hard that people can literally almost read our minds!! Of course women say this (she thinks she so cute!) about females all the time, usually from anger. However, when people constantly say it, you can bet the girl really does think she's so cute! There is a saying that goes: What you are is screaming so loud, I cannot hear what you're saying! It's really true. There was a famous artist who used to sit next to strangers after studying them a few minutes, and draw exaggerated cartoons of them. (for instance, he might draw a cartoon of an overly sexual woman which conveyed deep insecurity about her sexuality) The people he drew always invariably claimed, "that's nice, but it's really not me" People with them always exclaimed "oh yes it is!" The point is we all have sides that we are trying to hide, and sides that we want to show off. One of the easiest ways to pull a man into your lair is to bring out the side of him that he desperately wants to connect to, but does not dare for fear of what the world will say. This is the main reason many overachieving, controlling males will go to a dominatrix. They want to take off the hat of having to be the perfect leader and having to make all the decisions, and worrying constantly about never being let off that pedestal. I know what you are thinking. Doesn't every man want to be on a pedestal? The truth is yes and no. Yes, he will enjoy it for a (short) time. However, nobody wants to wear the superman cape everyday! It's just to emotionally draining! Men are no different. I will tell you a little secret. Ladies if you are kowtowing and pretending your man is perfect to get him down the isle, forget it!-you will NEVER get down that isle! The truth is he cannot marry you! He knows you are holding him up as perfect-and he knows he cannot maintain the facade! He is not perfect! He is human, and he wants someone who KNOWS he's flawed and loves him anyway! Yet he also wants someone who makes him feel like he can conquer the world. (Men are conquerors, you know) He wants to fight for you, and steal you away from all the men he suspects want you. (hint: if nobody wants you, NEVER let him know that-If nobody else wants you, honey- neither does he!) Then he wants to be your hero (your flawed, but lovable hero) The truth is the women who are the most successful with men almost cast a spell on them that can last a lifetime (no, its not a real spell) But she makes him think he's the greatest thing since sliced bread and not in a fake fawning way that he can see right through. For instance, my cousin's husband constantly complained that she had no time for him and always acted like he did not exist. I sat in her kitchen and watched him come home one day. He made a beeline for her to hug her. (He's a feelings man) She immediately pulled back and made a face. She gave him a peck kiss that did not connect and turned back to me. I started to try to explain to her that she had just rebuffed him and he looked upset. She blew that away and resumed talking about the show we were watching. A moment later, her 4 year old came in and said "Mommy, see my picture of the dragon I beat up! (Remember even as babies, men are conquerors!) She immediately stopped what she was doing and knelt down to his level. She looked at the picture and exclaimed about how talented he was and how proud she was of him. Then she gave him a big hug and kiss and squeezed him tight. He ran off happily to brag to his brother about how much she liked his picture. I turned to her and said "Louise, maybe you could do the same for your husband? " See, he wants to be praised for the dragons he slays too. work, bills, children, taxes etc. are just a few of the things men have to deal with everyday, (dragons ) and a little appreciation goes a long way. She treated her husband like he was not WORTH getting excited over. Yet had gone on and on over her 4 year old. Men are just big boys at heart ladies and his ego ALWAYS needs to be stroked! I did not say flattery, I said ego stroking. There is a big difference, mainly that flattery is fake. I will give y'all one more example. Suppose you have a short man in your life. He is very sensitive about his height and you know he wishes he were taller. A flattering woman might say. You look so tall and handsome! Immediately he dismisses what she says because how can he believe she finds him handsome, when she just lied about him being tall? A much smarter woman will bring up his height because she knows if she doesn't it becomes the pink elephant in the room. She might say something like this, Jay, I suppose SOME women might like a taller man, but I find this height to be perfect for me! or sexy or whatever. Now he can breath because he knows his height is not turning her off-it's actually an asset with this particular woman! Take another case; Say this man has secretly always wanted to be thought of as sexy, but he's insecure about his bald head. Say his new GF tells him "Wow, you look great bald! *runs her hands over his head* "you remind me of Michael Jordan! Now his bald head is no longer something for him to be ashamed of. Instead now he begins to feel stronger, taller, more appealing. The point is ladies, you must talk to your man (Men always reveal themselves-if you listen close) He will tell you by what he says and more important what he does not say about how he wants to feel about himself and the image he desperately wants to fulfill, When you bring out the side of him, he is longing to meet, it will be very hard for him not to fall in love.....Another LL (love lesson) coming soon-thanks for tuning in.......

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

2008-08-23T09:45:00.019-04:00

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.....

2008-08-21T20:25:00.006-04:00

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)

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.
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.
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....
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...
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.

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....
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.....
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)

2008-08-20T20:56:00.000-04:00

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.....

2008-08-20T20:51:00.000-04:00

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Beauty tip:

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Thanks for tuning in -see you next post....