THE 5 MADD REALITY LAWS OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE IN TODAY’S WORLD

THE 5 MADD REALITY LAWS OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE IN TODAY’S WORLD

OR

THE FACTORS THAT COMES INTO PLAY IN MAKING YOUR LOVE AND MARRIAGE HAPPEN.

DISCLAIMER AND WARNING

If you are some 17 year old or 20 year old who is just undergoing the explosion of pubic hair around their face or genital area, pimples or having your parents pay your bills – please don’t bother reading this simply because it would not make sense to an incompetent asshole like you.

You sense of reality is as good as my wanting to fart in my house toilet.

How do you qualify to read this shit?

ONLY and ONLY if you are

1)       looking after yourself,

2)       paying your fucking bills – and with that I don’t mean your fucking pocket money!

3)       living independent for the past 2 years

4)       know what a pussy or cock tastes of at least 3 different partners and also know the difference between super salty and salted cum

5)       Tried anal with a few bits of excreta left on your hot-dog

6)       Told your father to fuck off and succeeded in making him fuck off

7)       Got drunk and paid through a credit card after over-shooting the limit

8)       Your mother tries to be nice to you because you earn more than her

9)       Don’t dress up like some dorky pop star

If any of the above are not in sync with your personality, please don’t bother even trying to understand this script.  

And after reading this script, if you realize you have made a relationship mistake by dating a loser and you break up with the loved one – You cannot sue me in court.

Also,

If you are some know it all single woman with a good career and qualification, please don’t being to assume even remotely that you being the .0000000001 % of the population you represent the masses. You are just one single fragment of a sperm that thinks no end of herself (or himself) and no one cares a dam anyways. (and may be that is why you are still single and still want to read this BITCH!)

(Now the script continues)

Ahem

*Drum roll*

Ahem…

THE 5 MADD REALITY LAWS OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE IN TODAY’S WORLD

OR

THE FACTORS THAT COMES INTO PLAY IN MAKING YOUR LOVE AND MARRIAGE HAPPEN.

Love.

Misunderstood word.

Marriage.

Misused word.

Welcome to the 21^st century where both these terms are interchanged and intertwined to such a degree – one cannot see the difference.

(can someone shut the fucking drum roll…!!! I am trying to do a fucking script here FAGGOT!!!)

Ahem…

Back to my script…..

So what is the reality of love and marriage in todays world?

Real truths.

Truth’s that we tend to ignore but which come into play in the decision of the majority.

Here is the break down.

THE 5 MADD REALITY LAWS OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE IN TODAY’S WORLD

OR

THE FACTORS THAT COMES INTO PLAY IN MAKING YOUR LOVE AND MARRIAGE HAPPEN.

1)      SHOW ME THE MONEY

People may deny the importance of finance. But yes, today majority of the decisions are based on how much money you have.

Best example was given to me by my once super sonic hot girl friend from Belarus (she comes from nearby Russia – by the way she gave me the best blow job and she always let me take her from the ass). When I proposed to her, she at the right moment told me something I would never forget.

She said “Sweetheart, look. I know you love me (hell yeah, love the blow job bit!). I know you do. But lets assume, tomorrow after we marry and I get pregnant, can you afford to have one servant for me, one for the baby, one for the house and one to look after you (fuck so many???) ? Can you give me enough money to stay at home and live a lavish life? Can you take care of my family also?” (And here I thought I was only getting married to her!)

She added by saying “I have so many men after me – everyone from business tycoons to people working for the Sheikhs. They are prepared to gift me everything from expensive cars to villas – my question to you is this, Can you? All I have to do as a woman is keep your cock, your stomach, your heart and your ego happy. Can you keep me happy?”……In other words she was trying to tell me ‘Can you afford me?”

(Later on she was honest to tell me that she loved me because I made her cum repeatedly and that I had a not-so-big dick that didn’t hurt her when I went anal with her….wonder if she was trying to make a point…?)

Well and that was my shortest lesson on how important money is in life today.

Honestly, if you look at it, the majority of all decisions of love are based on how strong is your financial backbone. And since we live in a dog eat dog world where money does give you benefits – everything from giving you a good life to giving your children a good life – whats wrong  with this?

2)      HOW QUALIFIED ARE YOU or WHAT DO YOU WORK AS?

Have you ever seen a well-groomed suited super old man walking with a woman dressed up really sexy but as old as his daughter?

Having someone with an MBA or PHD or someone working in the capacity as a Director is an impressive mark of success. Yes, it does impress many women (and now a days men also) simply because along with that ‘qualification’ come many benefits that entitle your lover to a whole new world of opportunities that may be he or she could not get by themselves.

3)      THE TOYS THAT YOU HAVE AND CAN AFFORD.

I have yet to mean a man or woman who has not been impressed by a simple nice guy or girl driving a Bentley sport, having a Rolex watch (original) or a 7 bedroom villa in Vegas.  I mean why shouldn’t they be impressed – the cost of the piece of art is itself what many cannot hope to earn in a life time – so such toys as houses, cars, accessories and like are the impress-me factors!

4)      YOUR PASSPORT

With all the bull-shit put aside, there are benefits of getting married to someone with an American Passport compared to getting married to someone with an African, Bangladeshi, Afghani or for that matter Indian Passport – and don’t deny it. Why do you think so many cute Asian women die to marry western expatriates? (and here I am not talking about a billionaire Indian versus a poor beggar westerner – please use your fucking common sense).

Trust me, it does not make them cheap.

It is only a hardcore reality of the fact that being associated with one country gives you better benefits than being associated to another. (no wonder when you land in India, it smells as if someone farted on your face!)

And when you think of having a better life for children (with free and quality education and health benefits) being a western expatriate is better off anyday!

5)      YOUR PERSONALITY

No one wants to marry someone worse off than them. They always want someone ‘better’, ‘smarter’, ‘deeper’ etc etc etc…..The sum total of a package always attracts the no so better opposite gender. That is why it is always better to have someone better off than you – which honestly speaking, everyone goes for. I mean, don’t you want someone more better off than you?

So having stated these wise words of wisdom, I just want you to know that it is not wrong to choose anyone with the following traits. I mean why should it be wrong? You want a better life and so you are shopping for a better product. At the end of the day, I think everyone is aiming for only one thing – a better life for them, a better future for their children and better tomorrow for everyone else….

Thank you for taking the time to read this…

Now get back to your fucking work.

Why I have decided to marry her.. only her…my best friend.

Other women always complained of the baby that I was.

She always told me she loved the baby that I was.

Other women have asked me to become mature to be their man.

She said I was mature enough to be her man.

Other women pointed out so many thing in my manners that were wrong.

She told me she never noticed anything in my manners that were wrong.

Other women pointed at my tattoos and said they may be a taboo to our children’s future.

She pointed at my tattoos and said they would be something unique to our children’s future.

Other women pointed out that I don’t go to Church and that may be a major issue to them.

She pointed out that since I don’t go to Church that would of no issue to her.

Others women were conscious of the fact that I would hold their hands in public.

She was conscious of the fact if I didn’t hold her hands in public.

Other women pointed out a problem that I was a college drop out

She wondered what was a problem since I was a college drop out

Other women spoke on problems that we may face in the future because of how I was

She spoke on beautiful moments we would face in the future simply because of how I was

Other women wanted me to improve and become better.

She wanted me to be to just me and remain happier.

Other women pointed out so many imperfections in me.

She pointed out so many perfections in me.

Other women said they would marry me once they would get to know me better.

She said she would marry me as soon as possible because she knew me better.

Other women said they would introduce me to the family ‘one day’

She said she wanted to introduce me to the family ‘today’.

Other women said they would marry me when the time was right

She said she wanted to marry because the time was right

Other women asked for a big list of plans at the day of marriage…

All she asked was to be with me during the day of marriage

Other women said, we will marry, give us time to love and grow

She said, we will marry…just say I do.

Other women asked me so many things, so many promises and so many hopes…..

But her…all she wanted was me for me…and only one thing…love.

Other women were my best lovers, my arm candy and my show pieces from end to end…

She is simply one thing…my lover, my companion and my best friend.

So that is why I wonder why did I ever wanted to marry the other women….

And that is why I just want to marry her….she is one and only….my best friend.

Write a New Note The Prostitute and I - Part 4 (And stuff 'decent' folks do in the dark)

So what did I see?

Stupid things like…

1)       Female smiling at me and trying to show her ‘sexy’ side…that is until her boy friend comes along and wonders where she disappeared

2)       Another one who finds the best spot to place all her drinks and her friends drink only near my place, next to my man bag – because she knows no one would bother standing next to a tattooed guy like me or dropping her glasses filled with drinks…

3)       A guy purchases a AED 50 bucks drink and then to impress the scantily glad female standing next to him…he give the bartender a AED 100 buck tip…and I am like, Gosh, I wish I was a bartender!

4)       Another guy squeezes his girl friends ass nicely…and then I find out she is also squeezing his ass….Wonder whats going on? A contest of who squeezes whose ass better?

5)       A guy who is busy rubbing himself on his girl…and then when she moves to go to the washroom, he doesn’t even realize, he has a very visible erection with a wet spot on his trouser….

6)       A female getting pissed drunk…so drunk that he nipple is slightly exposed…(and boy was it a nice little brown nipple)

7)       Another gay chap who didn’t find anyone else to stare and smile at, than me….and then he actually comes over to talk to me…and leaves me his phone number….God Help me….

8)       A guy and girl who are talking to each other really close…while his girl is so close to me…I am wondering where do I move from the corner I am in…

9)       Finally, 2 idiots who come into a very humid club wearing….a 3 piece suit

And finally…I bumped into my prostitute……and that is where….my story begins….

The Prostitute and I - Part 3 (or smelly arm pits & fungus infected vaginas)

The funny thing is…what can be less interesting and more shocking?

Could it be one of the following?

1)      Skinny men who never exercise or know how to fight, act macho to protect their ‘pretty’ women while holding the hand of their female to show a ‘she belongs to me’ sign board on her?

2)      Men raising their hands up in the air to dance – only to display a wet patch of under-arm sweat with the sweaty urine sweat mixed with some cheap deodorant?  - and I don’t know if you call that ‘dancing’

3)      Women acting sexy and dancing sexy but don’t know how to stop making their vaginas stop stinking of urine?

4)      Women dancing with other women, while crossing their legs and acting like lesbian lovers in heat – while they fail to accept that cunnilingus is an accepted art form of love making?

5)      Some of the Philipina chicks who dress up really hot, smell really good but have their pussy holes and assholes filled with all the possible STD’s in this planet?

6)      The Indian chicks who think they are ‘hot’ and in demand but whose character is no better than having your underwear not washed for 3 days and then you taking a nice whiff of it?

7)      May be the so called ‘religious’ folks who pray to God during the day and wish they could shag their friends wife by night?

I honestly don’t know…but all I know is this happens all the while.

Now let me be honest.

This should not serve as a testament that I was holy or a nice guy.

Come on….

I came to the club for a reason.

To get laid.

Or at least act like, I came to enjoy and not get laid but hope I got laid in the process.

So what did I do?

Now…

I will tell you this ONLY if you promise to keep it a secret.

Don’t want people going around thinking I wanted to shag any female with a pair of nice tits and a nice ass.

After all I too have to maintain my ‘image’ in society and look ‘decent’.

So who were my potential targets?

Let me see…

1)      The waitress whom I could tip a nice tip and may be she would be interested in ‘getting to know me’ thing and then I could shag her after bull-shitting to her stories of love and having children?

2)      The short girl with the real big tits and real short skirt who was portraying to be decent but kept gyrating her ass towards me

3)      The old female who looked like she was dumped by every man on the planet and she was looking for any guy who could get her pissed drunk and become her dildo for the night….

Well….So when I was about to do this…

Well I saw Nirvana!!!

This is what I saw…..

(PS - For inspiration...Look at this youtube video - 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GRYGFwqGsk&feature=related )

Write a New Note The Prostitute and I - Part 2 (or the stupidity of men and women in a night club & why its better to have a whore than girl)

It’s odd all the interesting tit bits you tend to notice in a club

Here is one –

People celebrating their birthdays in a night club – which is meaningless.

Why?

1)      Celebrating in an over-priced environment that caters more to loose character-ed ‘folks’ called ‘friends’ who are more interested in the glamour world and alcohol than being there as a friend

2)      Inviting people to drink ‘alcohol’ which is in itself a bloody waste

3)      Having all fake people wearing a fake attitude with a fake outlook

4)      Getting a fake orgasm of feeling important – while the fact remains, no one gives a fuck about you in a bad day

5)      And finally, acting obnoxious as if you are young, when actually you should be more focused on other important things in life.

Here is another –

Women dressing up sexy, acting sexy, dancing and showing sexy – which is again meaningless.

Why?

1)      They dress up like whores or prostitutes for sale looking for the highest bidder. And if for any reason you act ‘indecent’ towards them, well they not only demand respect stating they want to look ‘sexy. You dress like a bitch, in a place filled with horny dogs (called men) who are not in their senses (because of spirits) and then you act ‘decent’? Wow.

2)      They like to portray that they are women with character and depth – but what character and depth is present when a woman is seeking the best bargain in town? And then when they are dumped like a second hand piece of cloth that is used to wipe someone’s arse, they cry those crocodile tears hoping to generate ‘empathy’ through their sob stories.

3)      They state the logic and give justifiable excuses about being good – while their actions prove otherwise.  I mean why is it they don’t behave like this in front of their father or mother or in the house of prayer? Is it….er…bad? or something not ‘very appropriate’ that they do in a club that cannot be done in a house of prayer?

Hmmmm…. I wonder…

And finally,

Here is another –

Men acting what they are not – which again is meaningless.

Why?

1)      Why act too cool, or dress like some ‘pop-star’ or ‘film actor’ or spend more on an already over-spent credit card? For what? To attract some pussy? Isn’t it cheaper to go to a whore? (check Appendix A at the end of the note)

2)      Acting too decent when the actual goal is nothing but to get in between the legs of the first female who smiles at you. For what? Why don’t you be so honest as to cut the bullshit and claim that you want sex (and yes, you are cheating on your partner?)

3)      Acting too successful with so much of ball-talk, when the fact remains, if you were successful, you would be at home, with a family and purpose…..So whats the point?

Appendix A

Rates of whores & prostitutes and why whores are better than bitches who come to a club.

I honestly feel its better to go to a whore than a female in a club – Why?

·         Here is why…

·         USD 150 if you take a fat ugly African girl home with no demand but promise to be nice

·         USD 100 if you take a good Russian girl home but promise not to fuck her in the ass hard or hurt her

·         USD 50 if you take a Pakistani lady who is so fat, if she sat on you, you would have back problems

·         USD 10 if you go in the afternoon for a Chinese Old Aunty.

·         USD 0 if you go to a unsatisfied married woman and if she found you hot. She would even purchase your condoms, suck and swallow and give you food to eat and make your feel as if she is your mother.

So during all this…I saw something else that was no longer interesting…but a wee bit shocking…..

The Prostitute and I - Part 1

27^th May 2010

11pm.

Here I am.

Standing in KEVA (night club)

Haven’t been laid in 6 months.

No sex.

No pussy.

No blowjob.

Ouch.

Talk about a recession.

She stood and

Stared at me

Slightly so that it would be a stare

But long enough to know

Yes it was a stare

5ft 11in

Slim, Slender, Sexy

Black top

Beautiful Big Breasts

Bare Back

My description of her would be

Dangerously Elegant.

She guts made her look like she was in her 30’s

But her figure made her looking something like the 20’s

Sharp features to turn heads

Strong perfume to make you notice her presence

And a curved body that was so striking

You would want touch it to know it was for real

The strobe lights were flashing

The smoke machine were at it

The darkness was cooled with air-conditioners cooling our heated bodies out

While heart pounding bass beats mixed with the smashing slicing treble tempted us to move to its beats

Girls were skimpy outfits

Showing their waxed glossy legs

The soft curvy breasts

The bodies which went through the discipline of exercise and diet

Now were for display…

Fresh for sale

For the eyes of many….

Yet act as if…

Please, Im a decent woman who dressed up sexy because I believed I am sexy…

They wore clothes enough to cover what was shameful

But expose enough to make others want to be shameful

It was like being a whore

Without being branded as one.

And the men…sorry boys

Dressing up like some kind of boy band

Youthful, Young and Yearning for attention written all over it…

Some with spiky gelled hair

Some with cigarettes in their mouth

Some with ear-rings

Some with one tattoo to show the macho of their personality

Some with their trousers lower than their butts displaying an overpriced under-wear they could afford

Some with well….style that you cannot classify in any book in this planet.

And finally the third category you have

Those who have crossed the twilight of their lives…

Who are either too old

Too ugly

Too fat

Too horrible

And too stupid

To be even wanted or looked upon…

May be trying to live the glory years again?

And in this den of alcohol, attention, abandonment

Shame, desperation and sin

I saw some interesting tit bits….

Air India Plane Crash - Emirati Blogger says 'Good'

Something you learn....only with time....A poem I wrote at 6:19pm on Wednesday, 26th May 2010 before it was time to go.....

I look at myself in the mirror.
And I smile…
Im not getting younger.
Im not looking any smarter.
Im more out of shape.
My hairline – well I don’t have one.
My boyish looks is replaced with a more mature look
A mix of wrinkles, rough skin and ruggedness
That only comes with time

I look at myself in the mirror.
And I smile…
I wonder what happened
Where did the time go…
Where did those years pass….
Where those promises vanish…
Where did those people fade away….
I fee different…
Because this feeling comes only with time….

I look at myself in the mirror.
And I smile…
I am no longer making big plans..
I am no longer being too ambitious…
I am no longer thinking too great…
I am no longer wishing too much..
All I want is now to be happy…
That all I seek for now and forever…
As these lessons come to you only with the passing of time..

I look at myself in the mirror.
And I smile…
Those who mocked me loudly and today silent in humility
Those who laughed at me publicly are crying privately
Those who advised me as experts are now confused as amateurs
Those who felt they done it all have now lost it all…
I don’t judge anyone or wish them bad…
As I have no remorse…
Something that you learn…with the coming of time…

I look at myself in the mirror.
And I smile…
It’s a beautiful life that I have lived
Blessed by the good and honored by the bad
Accepted by the few and rejected by the many
Wept those tears of joy and wiped those tears of pain….
welcomed many expectations…and adjusted to the few surprises
Yes, I have lived my life wonderfully and now I am ready to die happily
Something you learn to accept….at the end of time.

My new sexual adventure with an under-aged girl - Part 5 of 5 - THE FINAL CHAPTER

I kept calling
And calling
And calling…
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
Did she fool me?
Disa-fuckin-pointed
I just turned around
To drive back…
And then…
My phone rang…
I saw the number…
I was her…
She called…
Told me she was in the shower…
I was happy…
I zoomed through the traffic…
Reached her house…
Waited for her..
Picked her up…
She looked really hot…
Really really really hot…
Beautiful, slim, sexy and sweet…
She had just had a shower
Her slightly wet hair was all around her face…
Her beautiful face was so cute and loving…
She smelt so lovely…
She sat there smiling at me…
Nearly blushing…
And I drove off…
We kept talking…
She kept talking
And laughing
And blushing..
And smiling…
I kept talking…
And laughing..
And blushing..
And smiling…
Until finally …
We reached home…
I tried to avoid focusing on the part that we reached home…
And acted as if it was ‘normal’ to bring her to my house…
All alone with me…
I opened the door…
She came inside…
Along with me…
I then closed the door…
Locked it…
And then….
It happened….
(the following 3256 words are censored by the UAE law of censorship)
and then...finally it was...
THE END.

My new sexual adventure with an under-aged girl - Part 4 of 5

Honestly..
I couldn’t sleep the whole night…
I was too excited to…
But I made sure I was ready…
I had gone for a shave…
Groomed myself up..
Cleaned up the room…
Told my room mate not to be around just in case he wanted to give me a surprise…
Got the car washed…
And yes…the bed…
After all..
In case something had to happen…
Well shouldn’t one be prepared…?
Condoms?
Hmm…
Well nothing wrong in safe sex now….
No shame in that…
Got all that sorted out…
And…Oh..how could I forget…
I went to the washroom…
After 30 minutes, I was ready for tomorrow…
So…
Time to sleep…
But what the fuck man…
I couldn’t…
Just couldn’t…
Excited…
Kept having wet dreams…
Or in my case…
‘hard’ dreams…
Hardly had 3 hours sleep…
But woke up on time…
Without even an alarm…
You know how it is…
When you want something really bad…
You don’t go to sleep…
And you ALWAYS wake up on time…
So I went to sleep…
Hardly..
But woke up on time…
And woke the alarm too…
Went and checked into the office
As if it was an everyday matter…
Then called her up…
She was not picking up…
Dam…
Did she fake it?
Was she playing around…?
Tried again…
Man, she was not picking up…
What the fuck!!!
Would she pick up the phone or not???
Find out…
In the next note…

My new sexual adventure with an under-aged girl - Part 3 of 5

I thought about it…
She was everything I needed
She spoke to me about sex
About making love
About how she wants to be made love to
And she also trusted me as her friend…
And may be
I was what she needed….
And may be she was what I needed…
So this was the moment….
Now why to play around…
Go for the kill…
I didn’t play with her
And I believed she would not with me…
I asked her to meet me the next day…
She said yes…
And we are meeting tomorrow….
Alone at my place…
Just her…
And me…
In the morning…
The plan is…
I check in the office at 8am
Then go pick her up from her college….
Bring her home…
And that’s it…
Go with the flow…
I want someone
She wants someone…
We both bridge the gap once and for all..
Either it works…
Or it does not…
Tomorrow is the day…..
She becomes mine…
I finally get the girl whom I want…
And who wants me without inhibitions…
What happens tomorrow…
Check out the next note…. 

My new sexual adventure with an under-aged girl - Part 2 of 5

Here I am
A 30 year old
Chatting with a…..really young girl
A very young girl…
Very very young girl….
Too young to even think of as a woman whom I will desire
Desire to make love to
In the warmth softness, sinful and sensual swamp
Of a lovers bed….
And suddenly….
Something is bothering me….
Bothering me…
Bothering me….
Bothering me….
What is bothering me….
What exactly is bothering me?
Come on…
I mean why should anything bother me…
Haven’t I had enough women?
Haven’t I made love to enough and more?
Haven’t I done it all?
But then…
Have you ever wondered
Why do such a questions ring inside your mind…
Especially when you are going to embark on something new?
A new relationship
A new friendship
A new feeling…
And then the ugly doubts of the past
Like a Snake
Slither
Slide
And
Strike
Its fangs of fear
Into your heart….
So here I am
A 30 year old
Chatting with a…..really young girl
And my question bothers me…
Should I
Or
Should I not
Open my heart to her?
Be honest to her?
Give life another chance
Of may be…
Falling in love?
But come on…
Isn’t that a bit too early?
Is it love?
Is it like?
Or is it plain old simple fashioned lust
That makes your heart beat faster
Simply because you are getting an erection
And don’t know and cant think
Simply because blood went and gorged one head
And not the other…?
Should I take a chance?
Should I try my best to may be get her to meet me?
May be….try to sleep with her?
Or should I rather…
Just be nice…
Not have any intentions…
And leave it to fate?
….
In all this dialogue..
I listen to her…
And then…
I decide..
That I will let it go with the flow…
Take a chance…
Make a mistake if required…
But not be scared of living life…
So we talk..
She opens up…
I listen…
I open up…
She listens…
But nothing great..
Nothing out of the way…
Just normal talk…
And few bits…
Peppered with conversations of sexual hints…
Both saying a lot…
Without the either letting the other know whats on their mind.
We talk
We exchange our thoughts…
And she tell me…
Good night…
….
I walk towards my car…
I go home…
I go to bed
I think of her at night
I kind of dream of her
I kind of lust for her
I kind of think a few thoughts of love
And I sleep….not.
The whole night…
Just tossing and turning
I cant sleep…
So what do I do next?
Decide to write on Face book about this incident
Titled
“My new sexual adventure with an under-aged girl. – part 1”
Now there comes the ‘other’ voice
The voice that comes to you when you are doing something
Something that may be right or not right…
And it speaks to me…
Tells me…
She will not like this one bit…
The very fact that I am making this story public…
Public for the world to see…
But being me..
The so called
Self proclaimed…
sex n money god…
and madd machedo max…
well
don’t I do what I have to do?
Don’t I give a dam?
So why not?
And there…
I publish it for the whole world to see…
But only form of redemption…
Her name will be held in absolute secrecy
No one will know about it…
Next day…
She calls me up…
And the first thing she asks..
Why?
Why did you do this?
Why did you hurt me?
Why did you mock me?
You just wanted to fuck me…was that it…?
You just wanted to disgrace me…was that it?
You just wanted to use me…was that it?
Now given the person I am…
I don’t like to hurt anyone..
And I don’t think I would like to face the guilt that I am hurting someone…
So now…
Should I tell her lets meet up and speak this out – face to face
But all alone
In the privacy of the 4 walls….
Where 2 people lose inhibitions….
With may be a possibility of sex in the tension?
Or should I do the unthinkable…
Delete her number, her id and not keep in touch with her anymore?
Simple….
I do something anyone would have done
Well…may be not everyone…or anyone…
Only me….
And I did it…
What did I do?
I will tell you...
Just wait for my next note…..

My new sexual adventure with an under-aged girl - Part 1 of 5

My new sexual adventure with an under-aged girl.

I get a female online.
A young female.
(by the way – did I ever tell you I have a thing for fresh young females?)
A good looking female.
Pretty hot.
Really slender.
Very intelligent.
Very cute.
And the best part
I think I share a chemistry with her.
So she comes online and kind of indicates she would like to talk to me.
Well, I am happy.
Given my dry days – A sex nice young female can do for company – even if its online.
The next thing I know is that I kind of figure out, she wants to talk on the phone.
Nice.
Very Nice.
Now I am getting excited.
And no.
Not down there.
Rather the very fact that I have someone who would stimulate me with the amazing sense of anticipation.
The same feeling you got when you JUST met your lover…..you don’t know what would happen next.
So…
Coming back to my story.
She tells me she would like to talk.
And I ask for her number.
She gives it.
BINGO!
I think my dry days are getting over.
So I take the number and I do what I normally do.
Be a gentlemen and ask her if she wants me to call her up now.
Now before you think that this is an act of mine to get in between her legs.
Well, yes and no.
Yes because I believe if you can earn you way in between her legs with respect and sincerity – Good. You’re the man.
No, because if you are doing it as a sleaze-ball to cheat and put on an act – you are a fuck up. Not just a fuck up – rather your mother should be ashamed she brought up into their world.
I have no respect for such men.
So coming back to my story.
The reason I asked her was because ONLY she wanted, ONLY then I would call her.
And asking her this was for confirmation of the same.
She said yes and I was delighted.
I went out from my room – since I share my room with my room mate and I don’t like disturbing him, I went into my car where I can talk privately.
So there I was with her on the cell phone.
She opened up and told me about her broken relationship or rather about a relationship which was breaking up.
I listened.
As usual, the story line was normal.
The woman was sad.
The male was bad.
She sacrificed everything.
He took advantage of everything.
She loved him more than life itself.
He loved himself more than life itself.
And it went on and on.
I listened.
I sincerely did without judging anything.
She was under-aged.
Her boy was twice her age.
Bottom line was this – the relationship was not working out.
She had sacrificed everything from her virginity (wonder since when that became a gift) to her emotions and feelings.
Now I would tell you this point blank, like how I said it to her.
He took this from you BECAUSE you gave it to him.
And whatever you both invested into this relationship – well you both wanted it because those were the good days.
Now both of you have had your stomach full and you both are bored, so you both are rude and you both have to break up.
So now….whats next?
I told her what I believed was a ‘win-win’ strategy, so as to make sure that she wouldn’t hurt this guy’s ego or feelings and in turn she would also be out of the net.
Then something interesting happened.
She told me to stop being like this.
To stop being so understanding and nice.
Or
Guess what….
She would fall in love with me!
Hmm….
Now isn’t that interesting – I thought to myself?
She also gave me interesting details of her love life, sex life and other interests.
It was nice to know all this.
Finally, it came down ‘about us’.
She kind of gave me the hints that she wanted to spend time with me and that may be we did have a chance to get to know each other.
I was like….
Hmmmm….now this is interesting.
So, here I am once again.
In a very important phase of my life
Yes, yet another one
Where I can have a young girl as my ‘girl’
And as far as I know, great sex, good anticipation of ‘whats-next’ and the fun of being in a beautiful (hopefully) relationship.
But am I excited?
To be honest, yes.
But then…..
There is something that is bothering me down…
Deep down…
Would you like to know what it is…..?
And did something take place between us?
Are there plans happening?
I will tell you...
Wait for my next note…..

Something about death I wrote before I was about to leave for the Middle East Championships in Kuwait.

On my face book page:

YOU KNOW SOMETHING....there is a possibility that my plane may crash and I fortunately die...but yeah, if that ever happens, I will let death know I told him 'fuck you' right in the face when I was about to die and as for getting scared - well bring in on bitch.....My only message is this - I lived my life to the fullest. Thank U Mr.God wherever U R for everything. It was a wild ride and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Message I wrote to my club members....You know something...
I was just thinking of the possibility...
Given all these plane crashes...
May be I might also have a chance to die...
You never know...
But if that ever happens,
I want all of you to know this...
I lived every moment of my life and enjoyed every moment of it.
I experienced the joys of being with the people I love and learnt a lot from my critics....
So if I do die, I want to thank you all for a wonderful experience and great life...
I lived it to the fullest....and if I shall breathe my life, trust me I would be looking at death in the face and laughing and saying...."Bring it on #$%%^ (since I dont want to have another scandal after I am dead!)...I lived my life and now I am ready to die'
Thank you all for everything.
It was a wild ride and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Hasta la vista,

Machedo Max
The World’s Greatest Student of Public Speaking

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You HOT so WHAT?

Tuesday, 18^th May 2010 - 9:31am.

You HOT so WHAT?

I look at the papers.

I look on the web.

I look around me.

What do I see?

Being a typical normal sexual male, I see women.

I mean not that I don’t see other creatures or creations by Mr. God but yes, I see women. Or rather I like to see women.

There are many kinds of women.

Fat ones.

Ugly ones.

Stupid ones.

Ones who are on the expiry date.

Ones who have reached the expiry date and still believe with excess make up and smaller clothes they can at least get the glances of a few men.

Ones who should be full time whores rather than be known as ‘women’

Ones who should be house wives.

Ones who are good to look at while masturbating.

Ones who should be respected.

Ones who should be admired.

I mean this list goes on.

Given all these kinds of women, now whom exactly am I talking about?

Yes, you are right – The HOT ones.

(and if in case you were not able to read my mind, you must be a dick. And if you don’t know what’s dick, you sure don’t deserve to be reading this fucking article. And just to let you know dumb ass ‘dick’ does not mean ‘penis’ – at least in this context.)

You know the ones who are like good looking, the types whom you like to show as ‘arm-candy’ to your friends, more like an accessory, the types you don’t mind shagging the whole night, the kind whom you don’t mind sticking your mouth in which ever hole she asks you to stick your tongue into – Those kinds of women.

Now in my career as a ‘play-boy’ or as some people put it ‘male prostitute’, I have slept with many of them. (Luckily, I have not yet infected with any disease and touch wood, I am not interested to get infected!) I have slept with a few females where after shagging them I was like – what the fuck was I thinking shagging this grandma? On the other hand I have slept with some women whom I was like – Ops, I might get arrested for child molestation here. And mind you – in my adventures of sleeping with a woman, I have never gotten drunk – so all this was in my normal senses but yes, crowded with intoxication of being horny – you know….the moments where your blood goes more to your balls than to your head.

I have been lucky to shag a few nice hot women.

But here I am not talking about those women whom I slept with.

I respect them for who they are and the trust the placed in me.

God bless all of them.

No.

I am not talking about any of the women I slept with.

I love them all.

I respect them all.

I am talking about the new breed of bitches that are surfacing.

I mean just look at them.

Good sexy clothes, Good looks, Good figure and Good external attractiveness.

But beyond that – What?

I mean what in the world do these bitches have more than that?

I don’t mean to disrespect or discount their hard work and focus towards their physical looks.

No.

Please don’t get me wrong.

Its not easy keeping and maintaining a beautiful figure.

I am trying hard to get back from a waist line of 38 back to 32 and trust me, ITS FUCKING HARD!!!

I want the focus to be more on their attitude, their brains, their heart, their behavior and yes, most importantly their character.

Do these women have any of this?

I believe they do.

After all they are normal like all of us.

But I think the problem is their attitude and their greed towards not just good things in life but towards the best of the best of the best of what they can get and achieve for themselves while enjoy all the other benefits of this world.

So now having pointed that out….who is to blame for all this?

Well you will be surprised…..

Because the answer is in the next article.

Diary - Monday, 17th May 2010 – 9:30pm.

Monday, 17^th May 2010 – 9:30pm.

Feeling really tired. Don’t know why.

Whole day just went by moving from one part of Sharjah (where I stay / office located) to Jabel Ali – 40 kms away and kept driving around pillar to post to get in touch with clients.

Later on went and met Christine Coombe & her colleague Konrad of Dubai Men’s College. Sat down with her and planned out my strategy for the contest speech preparation.

9:30pm now.

Really tired.

Energy levels are bloody low. Don’t know why.

Took 2 tabs of Panadol for Flu / Cold.

Just want to sleep and not think about anything.

Its been crazy I tell you.

Living a dream aint easy.

Must be mentally ready for the Middle East Championships.

10 Phrases That Can Sink Your Resume by Liz Ryan

Here are ten of the deadliest resume phrases in use ("massive overuse" would be more accurate) and replacements for each one. You'll rewrite the replacement phrases to reflect your own accomplishments--and that's the key! We can't expect a timeworn piece of resume boilerplate to stand in for our own pithy, personal examples.

Kill this: Results-oriented professional

Replace with your own version of this: I love to solve thorny supply-chain problems

Kill this: Excellent team player

Replace with your own version of this: At Acme Dynamite, I partnered with Engineering to cut our product cost in half

Kill this: Bottom-line orientation

Replace with your own version of this: My accounting-process overhaul saved the company $10M in its first year

Kill this: Superior communication skills

Replace with your own version of this: I led a two-day offsite that yielded our 2010 product lineup and a $40K cost savings

Kill this: Possess organizational skills

Replace with your own version of this: Reduced customer-complaint resolution time from three weeks to one by revamping the process

Kill this: Savvy business professional

Replace with your own version of this: I'm a PR manager who's gotten his employers covered by Yahoo! and Time magazine

Kill this: Strong work ethic

Replace with your own version of this: I taught myself HTML over a weekend in order to grab a marketing opportunity

Kill this: Meets or exceeds expectations

Replace with your own version of this: Invited to join our executive staff at a strategy summit during my first year at the company

Kill this: Strong presentation skills

Replace with your own version of this: Was recruited to join Acme Dynamite after my boss heard me speak at a conference

Kill this: Seeking a challenging opportunity

Replace with your own version of this: I'm looking for a midsize manufacturer primed to grow its business in the Pacific Rim

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Liz Ryan is a 25-year HR veteran, a former Fortune 500 VP, and an internationally recognized expert on careers and the new-millennium workplace. Connect with her at www.asklizryan.com.