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10 May 2010

Shy My A$$

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When you are a woman who refuses to ask a man out like me, you will inevitably spend a lot of time wondering why the object of your desire hasn't made a move yet. And if you are like most women, you and your girlfriends will spend even more time coming up with explanations as to why he's not asking you out. Beside the obvious, that is. 

The explanations women will come up with run the gamut from he's intimidated (but SBM already dispelled that myth) to he's dense to my personal favourite: he's shy. At which point I call bullshit.

Yup. I don't believe there's such a thing as a shy man. Call me what you will, but I just don't buy it.  Why? Read on.

According to dictionary.com, shy is defined like this:

Shy, bashful, diffident:  imply a manner that shows discomfort or lack of confidence in association with others. Shy implies a constitutional shrinking from contact or close association with others, together with a wish to escape notice: shy and retiring. Bashful suggests timidity about meeting others, and trepidation and awkward behavior when brought into prominence or notice.

A man, shy? Please! 

Now I know your little fingers are all in a frenzy getting ready to type your comments. In them, you will tell me that you can give me countless examples of men that you know personally who are really shy.  And do you know what I will tell you? Here's what I will tell you:

Think of every man you consider shy. Picture him asking a woman out on a date. Oh your sympathetic little woman-heart bleeds for him doesn't it? It's charming. Now picture that same man in a job interview, on the basketball court, asking his boss for a raise, at the strip club, hanging with his friends, at his company's holiday party, asking a sales associate for help in a department store. Is he still sniveling? Are his hands still shaking? No? Then he's not shy - he's just lazy. 

See here's the thing about shyness. If you read the definition closely, you'll notice that it's not situational in nature; shy is shy. A man who is "shy" when he has to ask a woman out but is not shy when he has to talk to his boss is not shy. He's just unmotivated.  Unlike women, whose shyness tends to be universal - if they're shy with men they're also shy with co-workers, friends, store staff, and prospective employers - men's shyness tends to be situational. As in, a man is only shy when faced with a woman that he just doesn't want badly enough.  Because if he did, he would access his stones and use them as fuel to get off his ass and make a move.

Shy my ass I say.

Come on - tell me I'm wrong.


7 May 2010

Getting in F*cking Shape

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You met him. You charmed him. You’ve tweeted, texted, and talked. Been on the requisite number of dates. And now the big day is here. He’s coming over and you’re gonna bone.

Now it’s time to prepare. And what do women do to get ready for imminent sex?

Some run straight for the nearest pot of hot wax.

Some head to Bed, Bath, and Beyond for crisp new sheets and Lavender Linen Water.

(And some of those gals follow that up with a trip to Shopper’s to get some powder for those new sheets)

They head to Bath & Bodyworks for some yummy-smelling candles.

Some women head to La Perla for some yummy-looking lingerie.

Really keen women head to iTunes to download slowjams.

Progressive women head to Shopper's to stock up on condoms.

Really progressive women head to Shopper's to stock up on lube.

Other women exfoliate every inch and break out the special occasion body butter.

Some women do all of that and more.

All women clean their place, hide their maxi-pads and pictures of their ex, and apply perfume in the places they want to be kissed.

Good lord I’m tired just typing that. How these women go through all that prep work and still have energy for the beats is beyond me. Especially considering that 90% of men don’t notice or care about 90% of the stuff women do to prepare for sex. Don’t believe me? Ask a man.

When a man is about to have long-anticipated first time sex, this is what he cares about:

Paranoid dudes want to make sure you’re really alone and no one is going to bust in on him mid-thrust.

Nasty boys want to know if you have hand towels so they can give their balls a quick wash in your sink before the main event.

Pervy boys are wondering if they’re gonna get some ass. In the literal sense of the word.

Men who have been burned in the past are just hoping that they won’t discover a foul and mysterious odour when they remove your panties.

And all men are hoping they’re gonna get head.

As you can see, the prep work women do and the things men worry about are not exactly convergent. Which is why I skip all the décor and lingerie and all that. There is only one must-do on my pre sex list and that is stretching. Yes, stretching. I want to make sure I’m limber for the main event. There’s nothing worse than cramping up when a man tries to throw your leg over his shoulder, please believe that.

And you know, I’ve never had a man say “gee Max it’s nice that you’re all naked and flexible and shit but next time do you think you could light a candle or two?”

That’s it. Happy Friday everyone.

6 May 2010

The Ladylike Chronicles

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I decided to switch things up around here and start a new post series. Welcome to The Ladylike Chronicles. Yesterday's post about whether a raunchy bigmouth such as myself will ever find love inspired a lot of interesting discussion. But as much as I love the idea that "just being myself" will result in men falling at my feet completely enthralled with my comfort in my own skin, I'm still calling bullshit on 95% of yesterday's comments.

So I've decided to do an experiment: being ladylike in my dealings with men to prove that it will yield superior results to being myself.

The target: A dude who has only encountered my friendly side and not my loud and dirty side.
Codename: Fire
The situation thus far: Fire and LadyGirl (that's me) have met, chatted a couple of times, and exchanged a couple of email messages. He has not at all been exposed to my unladylike side.
The mission: Behave like a proper lady in my dealings with the target and see if he asks me out. I will be feminine, polite, and demure. I will not swear. I will not start my sentences with "dude" (thanks hl_bb) and under no circumstances will I use a "dirty" word. And he will obviously know nothing about this blog.
Measure of success: A date

This ought to be fun. If you have tips for me, share them in the comments.

5 May 2010

Not Such a Proper Young Lady

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Some tidbits about me:

Among my favourite songs (click title to read the lyrics):
Wildflower - Ghostface Killah
Stapleton Sex - Ghostface Killah
Oochie Wally - QB's Finest
Big Booty Hoes - Notorious B.I.G. & Too $hort

Among my favourite words:
cock
cunt
fuckery
pussy
basically every dirty word known to man (©emti)

Among my favourite movies:

It may surprise you to know that I was raised to be a proper young lady. At thirteen I was being taught how to walk in heels (with books on my head), how to sit properly, how to apply makeup and tweeze my brows. I was never supposed to be seen in public not dressed "properly" or with my hair not "properly" done. If I were to smoke (which a proper young lady should never do) I was to never, ever allow someone to take a picture of me with a cigarette in my hand because that is the epitome of unladylike. I learned that it's not ladylike to curse, raise your voice, or remove your shoes in public.

Yeah so um, if you've been on this blog even once before I'm sure you know how most of that turned out. With the exception of my fierce stiletto walk and aversion to people being barefoot in public, most of my ladylike training went out the window a long time ago. Though sometimes shy, I can be brash, bold, abrasive, loud, and downright raunchy when I'm ready. In a nutshell, I like dirty words, dirty songs, and dirty boys.

I have always considered my perpetually single status to be completely incidental to my unladylike personality. But lately I've been wondering whether the two might be connected. On the one hand, I've seen many times a man's eyes light up when he hears me say something like 'that's a lot of work for some pussy'. And lord knows my male friends love to hear me tell them 'you gotta learn how to treat a ho like a ho!' not that they ever listen. It is an indisputable fact of life that real men delight in my special brand of bold raunchiness.

It is also a fact though that these men are not trying to date me. And it's also a fact that the women they are trying to date are not raunchy like me.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not without behaviour. I know that there is a time and a place for this kind of talk and I can squelch it and do the 'proper Christian lady' routine when required; but it's not me and I don't do it unless I have to. But I'm wondering if my idea of  'when I have to' might be a little off.  I know enough to leave raunchy max at home when I'm meeting my man's mother for the first time, but should I leave her home when I meet him? When I meet his friends? For the duration of our relationship?  If I want to be a wifey do I have to first be a lady?

The older I get the more I think that what my mother and aunties taught me as a teen was the right idea. I think that being bold, outspoken, and dirty will gain you many male friends but not a husband. Not that I'm in any way looking for that.  But just like I'm starting to think that crazy gets the guy, I'm starting to also believe that lady gets the guy.

As always ladies and gentlemen, I want to hear your thoughts. You guys have been extra quiet lately and it's hurting my feelings. So tell me ladies, is being ladylike important to you? Do you strive to appear ladylike with a prospective date even if it's not your true nature? Do you let a man see your rough side? Men - is being ladylike an important quality in a prospective wifey? A prospective beat? Ooops - a proper young lady wouldn't refer to a woman as a beat, would she? Anyway - educate me people. 

Oh and Sam Sharpe I'm calling you out again - you gave me a good answer last night on twitter but share it here again for your fans please.

3 May 2010

Baby What's Your Sign?

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It's the beginning of the month and you know what that means right? Time to check out the monthly forecast on AstrologyZone.com of course. As a new month draws near, I find myself reviewing the current month's forecast to see whether what she predicted actually came to pass and I start to get antsy waiting for the next month's predictions to roll through.

Yup, I admit it. I believe in astrology. I know this officially makes me a girl but I cannot lie.

When I'm feeling a man, one of the first things I want to know about him is his sign. Not to tell me whether he's worth pursuing, but to help me devise a strategy to get him to pursue me. My experience - and this handy tool - have shown me that different signs respond best to different tactics.  For example, if you want to seduce a Pisces man, you want to tread lightly with him. If you push too hard that little fishie will swim away. On the other hand, if you want to seduce a Libra man you have to go a little hard at him; we Libras are well-known for our dithering.

But what about once we've captured our prey? Does our astrological compatibility affect our relationships? I'm no expert, but I do know this: the last two relationships I had were with Leo men. And they were basically the exact same relationship. Same issues, same fights, same reason for their ultimate demise. There is something about a Leo-Libra combination that just does not work for me. I've also had more than one almost-relationships with fellow Libra dudes but two Libras together is also not a good combination - nobody has the balls to make a move.

Now before Sam Sharpe comes to school me in the comments, let me be clear: I'm aware that there are many other factors that influence a relationship and its outcomes and that there are a lot of other things that could explain why I couldn't make it work with my Leo loves such as they were assholes. But at the same time I just don't think it's a coincidence. I know that I am the living manifestation of everything you read about Libra women - maybe because what I've read has influenced my behaviour - and I've yet to meet a man whose behaviour was diametrically opposed to his astrological profile. So until someone proves me wrong, I'm going to continue to use astrology as the cornerstone of my seduction strategy.

What do you guys think? Does astrology matter to you in courting or relationshps? Am I full of shit? Educate me.

And shout out to @PKGM and @MizzLoveLippz for making me blog rather than going to bed at 7:00pm last night. I'm looking at you two bitches for comments.

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