You don’t have to be a star to deserve my love

I often wonder when and where I’ll fall in love gain and with whom. 

In retrospect, I’ve always fallen in love with smart men who made me laugh. Oh, they made me cry as well, (I wouldn’t be human if I’ve never cried over love) and I suspect that when I find my “true love,” the gamut of emotions I experience will include a few tears, but lots of laughter and joy.

He won’t be perfect, but he’ll be wonderful in my eyes. He won’t be a rocket scientist, but he’ll understand my complexities. He won’t be rich, but he’ll be full of sweetness and light. He won’t be famous, but I’ll know

What Does a Woman Want?

She wants men to stop looking at her tits and ass and look at the goodness of her soul.

She wants to be a sexual object in bed and a respected partner in life.

She wants a little help with the kids.

She wants to soak in the tub without your

Blind Ass Love–Lafemmeroarism #3

You know it’s time to get your eyes checked when you look at an asshole

and see prince charming.

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10 Signs That He’s Mr. Wrong

Here are ten signs that say the guy you’re with is NOT the guy for YOU:

1. The word commitment isn’t in his vocabulary: But he knows how to say “no strings sex” and “I need to see other people” in five different languages. 
2. He’s still looking for himself: If he’s lost, then you’ll never find love with him.
3. He’s exactly like your ex-boyfriend: This one is a no-brainer … duh …
4. His words don’t match his actions: He says you’re the only woman for him, while his eyes fixate on the blonde bombshell and her knockers.
5. You don’t speak the same language: You say potato–he says potaTOH. You say relationship–he says bootie call. Oh just call the whole thing off.

I love the bad boys …

He makes you feel squishy and gooey in all the right places. He’s tough, he’s dangerous and he’s hot. Bad boys make our blood boil and quiver our delicate loins. We know they’re not good for us, but why do we find them so damn irresistible?

He wasn’t very tall and he had funny looking ears, but the way Clark Gable swept Vivien Leigh up those stairs in “Gone with the Wind” makes my heart go pitter patter and other lady parts as well. 

Enjoying my Singledom

Being single and happy isn’t an oxymoron–it’s a harmonious existence that makes good sense. It’s better to be happy alone than to be miserable with the wrong guy. While I haven’t given up on finding love with “the one,” I’m not holding my breath either. Instead, I’m enjoying me. Being single and in a relationship with myself means never having to say let’s break-up. Here are some of the simple things I like to do alone:

Online Dating is it a Good Idea? Part 3.2

My quest to find love online continues. Each dating website I explore reminds me of my idea of the human condition–we’re all a big mess and we’re all looking for love to give us a sense of peace and order in a malfunctioning universe. Here’s my adventure with Love Access:

Love Access is free, but you can’t make initial contact until you upgrade. But upgraded members can send you instant messages. So, I explored the site looking for the incentive to upgrade my account.

Online Dating Is It a Good Idea? Part 3.1

Here’s Part 3.1 of my online dating adventure, which focuses on the first site I joined. I still don’t know how far I’ll go with this quest. I have learned that searching for “the one” online is like choosing produce at the grocery store. You don’t want to pick the bruised or the rotten, so you need to sniff, pinch and handle them a bit to see if they’re any good.

Lavalife has three sections for user profiles: Dating, Relationships and Intimate Encounters. Signing up with Lavalife means that I can hypothetically go bowling with a fun guy, have sex with a

Inner Freak of a Single Woman

Every man I’ve ever dated has suffered my freakish proclivity for lip biting. I love the feel of lips next to mine. I love to caress it with my tongue. I love to tenderly kiss those puckers and when he least expects it I give it a good bite. The feel of those fleshy folds between my teeth just makes me smile and yeah … it tingles my feathers. The first initiation  propels him back to say “what the &%@#” as he checks for broken skin. But I’m an expert lip biter … I never break his skin … although my bites tend to break his pain threshold. Then I smile and he gets it. At that moment he’s been initiated to what will become our ritual for as long as our relationship will last. Lip biting is part of foreplay. He can’t do it to me, but I can do it to him as much as I want–that’s the rule. And I know it’s true love (although temporal) when he relents knowing that a bigger prize awaits once I get my fill of inflicting just a bit of pain. That’s my inner freak. What’s yours?

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Online Dating is it a Good Idea? Part 2

My quest to find true love took me on a digital journey of online dating sites. After weeks of looking at endless pictures and profiles, I was even more confused about the male species.

Here’s an example, I saw a cutie who called himself “screwyalniter“–now what could that name possibly imply? Yet, his profile states that he spoke three languages, he’s looking for a long-term relationship, he likes books and movies and his idea of a romantic first date is dinner and a long walk. If indeed he was this smart and sensitive, then why did he choose a name that made him sound like drill bit? Then there was “Coolonick” (now say that name out loud). That’s right–enema anyone? This