Will you still love me, tomorrow?

There was a point in time when I used to believe that having an orgasm was synonymous with falling in love, which probably explains why I love myself so much! But in my semi-brief time here on earth I have come to realize that there is a popular misconception women have about sex; 'that which is said under the influence is most likely the truth'.

Now while this rule can probably be applied to such conditions as being drunk, for a man quite the opposite is experienced during sex. The dangerous thing about ‘pleasure’ or a ‘high’ is that some people might do anything to get it; that includes the famous man-trap that you women so commonly practice when you ask that question during sex…”Do you love me?”

Let me make this completely clear, for that relatively brief moment in time during sexual intercourse, especially if is it’s good, the answer is… OF COURSE WE ARE IN LOVE!!! But like alcohol when the effects wear off we are brought back to reality. The Ugly truth is, when women get dickmatized the effects can be lifelong, when men get pussytized the effects are temporary.

So the conclusion is simple. God gave men two heads and not enough blood to use the both of them. Regardless of the one that falls ‘head-over-heels’ during intercourse, the other one is always there to quickly bring us back to reality in the morning.

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10 Things That Can Make A Pretty Girl Ugly

With the invention of items such as makeup, wonder-bra and extendable body parts, its fairly difficult for a woman to get away with being ugly these days. Even the most hideous creature can look somewhat presentable with the right amount of emoluments to compliment her already ailing canvas. However, whether you are Aphrodite or airbrushed from head to foot, there are still of couple of things that force us men to turn and run the other way. Lets face it, beauty is not only skin deep. So whether you’re looking to beef up your beauty repertoire or just plain keep that sparkle in your eye, there are a few things you always want to bear in mind.

1). A Smile can get you a long way. I’m not saying plaster on a set of joker lips, but even the prettiest face can be scarred by a woman who looks like she's sitting in a meat market. Men like to see a pleasant face, we tend to stray away from miserable ones.

2). Its called being nice, learn how to do it. You’d be surprised how much a “sorry I’m not interested” as opposed to a “nigga please” works in your favor. There’s a big difference between being a lady and being a bitch. No one likes a bitch…period.

3). I’m all for blondes, even dumb ones, but there’s a line of stupidity we just won’t cross. You may be pretty enough to get away with asking me what day of the week we’re in, but if you don’t know the days of the week, we have a problem.

4). At no time should you smell worse than we do. Men have been oblivious to a few things for centuries, and we do it because we prefer to live in a lie. As far as we're concerned, Women don’t fart, burp, dodo or stink! So imagine our horror if we realize you smell like a set of basketball shorts after four quarters. Which brings me to my next 3 points… Women should not

5). Burp

6). Fart or…

7). Do Do. I’m not saying you have to hold it in for the rest of your life, I’m just saying we NEVER want to know about it! A woman’s ass is sacred, and it is never to be desecrated by the thought of you popping a squat.

8). They say sex is a weapon… well good sex is its ammunition. Even the prettiest girl can be kicked to the curb, if she’s not servicing her man right. Look at Halle Berry… her Monster’s Ball performance could have saved her first marriage.

9). Don't be too controlling! The yes dear thing words as a cute wedding advice story, but it real life, it could get your coffee poisoned. Let your man, feel in control, even if he has no clue what he's doing. And...

10). If you remember nothing else, remember this. In the end, a man’s bank account always wins. After all, a man is only as attractive as what he can bring to the table, so when we’re stripped of our amour, chances are we wont go in to battle. If it becomes apparent that you are a burden to my bank account, I’m going to have to save my pennies and get a cheaper companion.

You stick to that script, and I gurantee you, you'll spend less time in the salon and more time int he sack.

EX cuses EX cuses EX cuses!

So I already have to deal with the fact that he's had his fair run in the sack before I did, plus he's already held that very special place in your heart that I'm now learning how to occupy... Now you want us all to go to the movies together and sing cum-by-yah? Hell No!

Mars isn't going to let this one go without a fight. Just imagine how many insecurities a man has to overcome before he can even let go enough to allow his woman to leave the house, now he has to play second fiddle to someone who was previously making a nest where you would like to lay. That's not only a conflict of interest, its a war of ideas!

How is it reasonable for you to ask your new love interest to accept that you are best friends with your ex?

Let's assume that you've given your past relationship its fair trial and have come to grips with the fact that you no longer want to be with this person, then why keep them around, and keep them around so much that you would go as far as to solicit their opinion on the one you're dating? Let's face it, at least one party is ALWAYS still interested, and this is where the whole thing falls apart. You just can't escape bias, and the hope that one day the other will slip, and things will fall back into place. If you had enough chemistry to be together before, then why can't it happen again?

Everyone knows that men and women are built with that internal radar that goes off whenever we detect a 'threat', and with our biological siren going off everytime we hear you say "oh yeah me and guy x were just discussing that..." What room is there for us to grow as a couple? You'd be doomed before you got to the end of the first date.

The verdict is simple, no one is saying you have to be enemies with an Ex, but best friends is a tough enough pill for any new love interest to swallow. Sooner or later you're going to have to ask yourself "do I want to take the plunge into a world of new opportunities, or stay gripping to a sea of lost hope".

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What does she got that I aint got???

Now you got to ask yourself this question, if you were to get hit down by a car, would you want it to be a Benz or a Lada? If you’re going to be put in prison, do you want it to be for a big crime or a little one? Then in the same breath if you know your significant other is leaving you for someone else, do you want it to be for someone better looking or uglier?

Mars seems to have a somewhat different outlook on this entire situation, that I’m sure Venus will have choice words for. Where as the female may be concerned with questions like "is she prettier that me" or "does she have a better body", men seem to really only be concerned with one key issue… "is he better than me in the sack".
This may stem from the fact that the male ego doesn’t permit us to see another male as better looking or better built, but our animalistic instinct would always like to know that you were a better lover.

Lets face it, a mans personal appearance meter can be boosted by things like money, possessions and success, whereas the only real thing a woman can do to enhance her appearance is slap on another quote of makeup, a wonder bra or a tight short skirt. In the end it all comes down to sex.

Think about it ladies, has your new love interest asked you any of the following questions pertaining to your ex boyfriend–

1). Does he have a bigger dick than me?
2). Did he always make you come?
3). What positions did you guys do?
4). What did he do that you didn’t like?
But gentlemen, how many times have you heard
1). Is she prettier than me?
2). Did she have a bigger butt?
3). Does she have bigger breast?
4). Are you still attracted to her?

In the end it’s only wise to remember that no two people are alike in appearance, and attraction is something that doesn’t only stem from a physical perspective. But if you can keep your lady happy in the sack, there will be a lot less breakups and a whole lot more make up sex!

Faith & Love,

Mars

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To The World or To Jamaica??

I made the comment on 'Trivial Pursuit' this morning which in effect suggested that I was dissatisfied with the level of Contribution Usain Bolt was making to his country, in relation to the number of accolades we are so quick to give him. Amongst the many text liners that wanted nothing more than to lay me to rest.. one facebooker had the guts to say they actually agree with me..

Heres what they said and how I responded

FACEBOOK:
I TOTALLY AGREE WIT U THIS MORNING USAIN IS COLLECTING SO IS HIGH TIME HE GIVES SUM BCK, THE ONES MAKING LESS MONEY R GIVING BCK HE NEEDS TO GIVE BCK SUM OF HIS PARTY MONEY

MY RESPONSE:
Although a lot of what I say on the show is in jest, this was one time I was hoping people would see a bit of truth echoing.

We can't ignore the fact that he is a talented young man, and he does scrape a bit off the top to give back... but not in relation to his popularity.

I won't pretend to know the Bible back to back, but I do remember something about giving all that you have. I would never suggest that Bolt hand over every cheque he makes... but scraping the pennies left over to save face doesn't work for me! Jamaica is quick to give him the title of 'Honorable' and not recognize that with great power comes great responsibility.... even Spiderman knows that.

Other athletes, whose popularity or purse could only dream of amounting to what this young man makes, or what he can do are giving back in multitudes.. and I wouldn't be making this statement if I even saw the efforts of his charity.

Bolt could summon President Obama to the country if he wanted too. He dines with the best and parties with the A-listers. Use your popularity to usher in a number of investors, big names, enthusiast WHATEVER back to the country!

Stop pointing your fingers to the sky, and back at the country that raised you...

Update

Ok Guys. I know everyone hates me by now because I left them hanging with the story.

Quite a bit has happened in the last couple of months I kid you not, but this has not dissuaded me from concluding the story. The truth is my only laptop hard drive (with the conclusion) was fried and I just didn't have the motivation to re-write. But after the many threats, evil phone calls and hate mail I received...I decided to do the public some good.

THEREFORE.. tune in next week for the conclusion of my story which has now been titled.. Remote Acces!

(Untitled) Part 6 of a short story I began writing... read the first 5 parts first!!!

The following morning Steve was wearing one of his unusual smirks which only left me wondering why he could still find something that amusing at eight thirty in the morning. He seemed to shoot me continuous glances as he would pass my office door, and I even caught him making a gesture with his fingers which I could only interpret to mean “you’re the man!” When my nerves could take it no more I had no choice but to pull him inside the office and badger away until I received a full explanation as to why he found it fit to waltz gleefully through the halls, when everyone else was wishing the clock didn’t alarm that morning.

His almost dead on recollection of the conversation which had taken place between Cynthia and I the evening before, had left me with only one conclusion. Maybe the sweet and innocent girl who I had seen fiddling her way through the hallways was just like the other low life’s I had come to know in this work place. Maybe while I believed that she and I were sharing a moment, she and a band of fifteen or twenty other females were really conjuring up ways to make me look like an idiot on the other side of the screen. After a while it appeared that Steve sensed my discomfort and quickly found a reason to be excused from my presence.

With a huge sigh, I dropped my weight back into the office chair so hard that it rolled a little under the quick transfer of momentum. I allowed my work bag to just collapse to the floor, forcing the lid open, and a few of the stationary that had previously been at the bottom of the bag made its way onto the hardwood. I starred at the ceiling for a few minutes with a look on my face which would only suggest that I was feeling defeated or indifferent, which ever it was my frustration was almost on par with my lack of wanting to be up at that hour of the morning.

When I finally managed to gather myself, I collected what items had been scattered on the floor and dumped them in the half ajar desk drawer, before clicking the power button on my computer. These prehistoric machines had been around from the era when computers were first made, so I knew I had enough time to grab a coffee, hunt for the paper and use the bathroom before it would completely boot up. I managed to complete my task in just under 7 minutes, and it was somewhere between the thought of the meeting I had to attend at eleven o clock and what I would be eating for lunch that day, that I saw a weird flash on the screen of my computer.

At first I thought it was an error message, or some notice telling me about updates I would need to install. But slowly I concentrated my gaze towards the name at the top of the message box, and much to my horror and excitement, I saw the words, ‘new message from Cynthia ‘Flor’ Ortega’. There was a moment of hesitation, either to convince myself that I was not as mad as I thought I was at her for relaying the contents of our private conversation the day before, or to control the excitement I was now feeling at the thought of what the message could be. I finally worked up the courage to click “open” and the words “sorry about yesterday” appeared on the screen. To my luck the date and time at which the message came in was at the bottom corner of the box, and I realized that only 2 minutes has lapsed from when it was sent.

As much as I wanted to just leave the occurrences of yesterday in the past, a small part of me felt the urge to get some answers. After all this was still the initial stages of getting to know an almost complete stranger who you’re interested in, and the worse thing you can do at this point in time is come across desperate or pushy. I figured the best way to play the whole thing off was to sound as ‘matter of fact as possible’ and my response was something like…

“Had to get out of here fast yesterday, eh?”

I wasn’t completely sure she would understand the sarcasm in the question, so I hesitated for a brief moment at what her response would be, and after a minute she responded again by saying

“yes, and I am sorry. Are you mad?”
“Of course not, I wanted to leave the office en seguida”. I thought it would help my lie if I threw some over used Spanish in.
“What do you do for lunch today?” was her next response.

Now normally I would have assumed this to be a subtle invitation at an informal date, but I couldn’t help panic at the fact that her English was just that bad, and the simple rules of engagement (or assumption) should not be applied in this situation.

“The same thing I do everyday”…. Was my initial thought, but then I realized a lot more than I expected was riding on this answer.

“I don’t know, what do we want to do”, was the cheekiest, most flirtatious, response I could come up with, without sounding too imposing. Part of me felt satisfied, while another part hesitated at the thought of what could possibly be going on in her head at this very moment.

Its not strange for visitors to a strange country to be over-cautious when dealing with native people. After all the first set of words we teach foreign exchange students are the bad ones, the first set of explanations we offer for things are the wrong ones and the first set of things we try to do to foreigners are sleep with them! So it was quite possible making a pass at someone who I have maybe exchanged a total of a paragraph of words with with was not so smooth at all. I was actually halfway to the keys to ‘correct’ my response when she immediately blurted out…

“Garden Grill… 12:30”

Before I had a chance to reply she had once again signed off of her computer. With my eyes still concentrating on the screen, I slowly eased back into my poor excuse for an office chair and began to retrace my thoughts. I was having a hard time trying to decide if I was frustrated or excited. This was the second of only two times that Cynthia had made such an abrupt exit, but only this time she had given me something to look forward to. It was then that I realized that I should stop feeling sorry for myself and be happy with the fact that…..… she had actually asked me out!

It was at this point in time, being at work so early in the morning was not such a bad idea, however lunch time could not come soon enough.