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The One Thing A Man Will NEVER Tell You (But I Will)


FULL DISCLOSURE: I AM A MAN.

A charter member of my kind.

An old girlfriend of mine (who was a creative writing major in college) once referred to me as “a hot-blooded, rabble-rousing alpha male who’s a living, breathing repository of all things masculine.”

Sounds about right.

I love women, sex, fast motorcycles, kicking ass and taking names. Candidly, I can’t fathom for even a nanosecond being anything other than male. There are just too many advantages to packing a penis.

For starters, emotional detachment is a wonderful thing. It’s been scientifically proven that men aren’t burdened by the part of our brains responsible for the processing of emotion nearly to the degree women are. This means we’re far less likely to drive others and ourselves batshit crazy staying up nights to overanalyze and overthink everything ten ways to Sunday. Sure, sometimes guys focus too much on logic and reason, but that’s okay with us…we sleep better at night.

Peace of mind is a wonderful thing.

On the biological side, other than sex of course, the biggest benefit to being born with a bulge is the ability to empty your bladder while standing loud and proud. Not only is it convenient, but the ability to whip it out at the drop of a hat means guys don’t have the added pressure of trying to find an unlocked port-a-potty when nature calls.

Like the dogs that we often are, any old tree or fire hydrant will usually do.

But of all the advantages being a man affords, there is one COLOSSAL benefit associated with having an X and a Y chromosome that eclipses all others by a light-year. Everything else runs a distant second to this ONE single reason being a man is so goddamn amazing!

What is it, you ask?

One word, my friend.

WOMEN!

As legions of gentlemen will attest, the human female is without question the most remarkable form of life on the planet. Since the dawn of time, women have impacted men to the deepest levels of our soul. And with good reason…females kick ass. I have a theory that the whole reason God created Eve had absolutely nothing to do with companionship for Adam. Rather, the Almighty took one look at Version 1.0 scratching his nuts down by the banks of the Euphrates River and knew instantly he could make an improvement or two.

So he did.

And the Good Lord’s over-the-fence grand slam on day six of creation is history’s finest example of the sequel trumping the original.

Sometimes even exalted deities do better work the second time around.

As a man, there are so many things that blow my mind about women I don’t even know where to begin…

Is it your beauty?

Your brains?

Your unfailing ability to whip us guys into a testosterone-induced frenzy with just a look?

What is it about YOU that captivates us so?

While the answer to this question is different for every man, if I had to pick but one thing I admire MOST about women, it would be what I call The Sacrificial Aspect.

I define The Sacrificial Aspect as a woman’s remarkable ability to put the needs of others ahead of her own…

It’s the woman who works 8 hours a day and then puts in another 8 to keep the home fires burning bright.

It’s the woman who offers her girlfriends a shoulder to cry on while silently screaming inside with her own private struggles.

It’s the woman who puts her children first at every turn, ALWAYS ensuring they have what they need. Even if it means she goes without.

As a woman, your life is Exhibit A in what it means to put other people first.

MUCH more so than a man’s.

Can you imagine what would happen if you were suddenly removed from the equation and men were left to fend for our offspring and ourselves? I think it’s safe to say the motor of the world would implode and screech to a grinding halt. Hell, we’d probably starve to death in the first week alone. Not to bash my kind, but let’s face it, we men can’t do what you do. At least not with the same grace, dignity, and poise.

Plus, guys can be pretty damn selfish too.

Speaking for myself, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten my knickers in a twist because I had to cut my workday short in order to get my daughters fed and dropped off to dance or soccer practice on time.

Or the number of times I’ve ruffled my feathers because I missed going to the gym because my youngest decided to barf up a lung just as I was walking out the door. Like most men, I go absolutely bananas when stuff like this goes down. I get impatient, start swearing like a sailor under my breath and muttering about how I should’ve worn a condom. But not you ladies. You seem to have this selfless ability to set your own needs and desires aside and do what needs to be done.

And nine times out of ten, you do it with a smile.

As someone who mentors women from all walks of life, this is something that STILL never ceases to amaze me. How you manage to keep it all together for everyone else yet still stay sane has got to be one of the great mysteries of the universe. That, and your ability to smoothly and effortlessly remove your bra from underneath your shirt with a single hand, of course.

So how is it that you’re able to be an exceptional caretaker, a good friend AND the glue that holds it all together even when YOU are hurting inside?

I’ve given this a lot of thought and what it really comes down to is that you ladies possess a unique blend of traits and characteristics that enable you to spread your love in a thousand different ways.

It’s your kindness.

Your compassion.

Your caring.

Attentiveness.

Patience.

These and other remarkable qualities go into the nurturing and supportive aspect that you do and do so well. And because we live in a world dominated by masculine ideals, these aren’t virtues that typically get a lot of credit, appreciation, or recognition.

Well, that ends now.

It’s time to give credit where credit is due.

Whether you realize it or not, it’s the little things you do that make the world a better place:

It’s the way you multitask your way through the day like the maternal ninja that you are.

It’s the way that you rise up to meet a challenge while everything else crumbles all around you.

It’s the way that you and ONLY YOU can soothe your child’s soul in their time of need.

These are the things that matter most.

Because once you strip away all the noise, all the chaos, and all the distractions of modern life, the only thing that REALLY matters…the only thing that stands the test of time…is the imprint we leave on the hearts of other people. That is our legacy. And you, as a woman, are a shining example of that legacy.

Please don’t ever forget how important you are.

Sig 2018

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How Long Should You Wait To Sleep With Him?


It was just after midnight and Leah and I been working each other over into a sweaty mess of tangled limbs and tousled hair for the better part of an hour. Our hotel room was thrashed. The repeated slamming of the headboard had knocked both lamps on the floor and the king-size mattress was hanging halfway off the bed frame. Both of us were dripping with sweat and my heart was about to thump out of my chest. All in all, it had been a damn fine evening.

Life was good.

REALLY good.

As I inhaled the scent of sex and drank in the sight of Leah’s sensual curves, I felt that old familiar rush. Once again, I was under a woman’s spell. From the moment she barked her carnal command, I was all hers. She had all the power. If the world was mine, I would have turned it over to her in that instant.

No questions asked.

A woman’s beauty and sensuality does strange things to a man. Ask any guy and he’ll tell you…the feeling he gets when you’re lying naked in front of him in all your splendor is intoxicating beyond words. It doesn’t matter what you look like naked. As men, we’re thrilled just to be in your presence. And if you could see yourself through a man’s eyes while he’s looking at you in the throes of ecstasy, you’d see a sensuality that defies description and beauty a thousand times more powerful than you ever imagined.

As a woman, your sexuality is your trump card.

It’s your ace in the hole.

Your home court advantage.

Said another way, your feminine charms are pure unadulterated, high-grade, VVS1 Kryptonite and we are but lowly and vulnerable Supermen.

And so shall it forever be.

That being said, sex isn’t as powerful as some people would have you believe. So it’s high time to slay one of the most persistent myths about the power of sex by answering the age-old question of how long you should wait to jump into the sack with a man.

Now I get this question ALL the time.

As one of the top mentors to women in the country, I’d say it’s easily one of the most common inquiries flooding my email inbox on a regular basis. There’s no shortage of women who want to know how long they should wait to “give it up” after meeting a man they like.

And it’s a legitimate question, right?

Of course.

You don’t want to blow your chances with a good guy by doing the wrong thing so being smart about how you leverage one of your greatest assets is just smart business.

So that begs the question…

How long SHOULD you wait to play hide the pickle with a man worthy of your time and attention?

Now before I give you my answer, make sure you’re sitting down because what I’m about to say usually shocks the shit out of most women.

So are you sitting down?

Yes?

Are you sure?

Good.

The answer to the question of how long you should wait to sleep with a man is…

IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER!

Yes, you heard me correctly.

How long you wait to seal the deal with Tom, Dick and Harry doesn’t amount to a hill of beans in the big scheme of things. Now I know this flies in the face of conventional wisdom and everything you’ve ever heard but it’s absolute fact. Whether you give it up on the first date or make the dude wait until his balls turn cobalt blue makes little difference in the long run.

Unfortunately you won’t hear this truth from anybody else but me.

In fact, you’ll hear the exact opposite.

And my guess is you already have.

There’s a whole movement right now of therapists, counselors and public figures dispensing what is quite possibly the most moronic slice of dating advice ever thrust upon womankind…namely that a woman should make a man wait for sex if she wants to be taken seriously and seen as a potential long-term partner. I call the well-intentioned but misguided puritans peddling this pile of excrement, “the waiting crowd”.

Or, Waiters, for short.

At the forefront of the Waiter movement is author and comedian, Steve Harvey. In his bestselling book, Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man, ol’ Steve devotes an entire chapter to what he calls “The 90-Day Rule.” The 90-Day Rule essentially advises women to wait a minimum of 90 days before having sex with a man. Steve Harvey makes the argument that women who give it up too soon essentially cheapen themselves and thus sabotage their chances with good men right out of the gate.

Banging before the 90 day mark, Steve says, sends a man the message that you’re basically his “plaything”… something to be used and discarded. That a man will seriously question whether you’re marriage or long-term material if you open the gates to your kitty’s kingdom too soon. So Steve recommends implementing a 90 day rule…a sort of probationary period which he claims will elevate your stature in a man’s eyes as well as give you the opportunity to assess a man’s true intentions.

Now, I have a tremendous amount of respect for Steve Harvey. I really do. He’s a first class gentleman who’s helped lot of women over the course of his long and distinguished career. But on this topic he and the other Waiters are dead wrong. On the surface, their argument appears to have merit but when you take a closer look it just doesn’t hold water in the real world.

Here’s the problem with their logic…

Sex just isn’t THAT powerful. It really isn’t. I don’t care if your whisker biscuit can bake a cake while calculating trigonometry on the fly, sex BY ITSELF won’t make or break your budding relationship. Sure, it’s important but it’s merely ONE component of many in the delicate courtship dance. In order to be taken seriously as someone with long-term potential, who you are OUTSIDE the bedroom is far more important than what you do INSIDE the bedroom. In other words, if you’re not a great catch before your panties hit the floor, it’s a nonstarter anyways.

Know what I mean?

NEWSFLASH, LADIES!

Making a man wait for sex won’t miraculously transform you into a woman he can’t live without!

It doesn’t work that way.

Again, sex by itself isn’t THAT powerful so holding out on a guy isn’t going to make him respect you if you don’t command his respect already. By the same measure, if you’re a great catch, rocking a man’s world right out of the gate isn’t going to make him lose respect for you. Yet that’s exactly what Steve Harvey and the waiting crowd want you to believe.

But think about it logically for a second…

What does a man want from you more than anything else at the start?

Sex, right?

Duh!

And you give him great sex, right?

Of course you do.

With rare exception, any sex is good sex for a man. It’s like Disneyland for a kid. When was the last time Junior had a lousy day at Mickey’s place?

Exactly.

So…if you’re an awesome chick AND you rock his world in the sack, you’re the perfect woman as far as he’s concerned. So why would he lose interest in you UNLESS SOMETHING ELSE about you wasn’t to his liking?

The answer is he wouldn’t.

Look, no sane man is going to drop off the face of the earth or tell you to hit the road SOLELY because he sampled your feminine finery early in the game. That would make ZERO sense. Men are selfish. We’re drawn to people who give us what we want. And since sex is pretty much at the top of every man’s shopping list, a woman who rocks our world is a woman we want to see again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

So if a man loses interest in you it’s NOT because he pinned your ankles behind your ears on day 21. If a man decides to cut and run, it’s ALWAYS for reasons other than sex. Maybe the woman was needy. Maybe she was a bitch. Maybe she lacked confidence or was a drama queen. Perhaps the chemistry wasn’t there or he decided another woman was a better match. It could a million different things. The point is, whenever I pulled the plug on a woman it was always because SOMETHING ELSE wasn’t working for me.

I NEVER lost interest because she slept with me to soon.

Now the other side of the waiter argument is that you should make a man wait for sex because doing so will weed out the suckers. In other words, if sex is all a man wants from you, then putting yourself on lockdown will cause him to take a hike thus exposing himself as the wolf in sheep’s clothing he really is.

Sounds logical, right?

WRONG!

Again, while this might sound good in theory it just doesn’t hold water in the real world.

Here’s why….

Putting your vertical smile under lock and key may weed out a player or two but in the end it really only tests a man’s resolve to wait for sex. In other words, if the ONLY thing he wants from you is sex then you can bet your sweet ass he’ll wait as long as it takes. No arbitrary waiting period is going to deter him. Oh sure, he’ll probably sample some other women while he bides his time – after all, he needs to keep his skills sharp for you – but he’ll be there when you’re ready. Waiting in the wings like the knight-in-shining armor he is.

NOT!

So don’t be fooled, girl.

If all a man wants from you is sex, you holding out will ONLY test his resolve to wait for that sex. Then, once he gets it he’ll either disappear or continue using you until the thrill is gone.

So here’s the bottom line…

Don’t believe the hype.

Steve Harvey’s 90-Day rule and the rest of the waiting crowd’s arguments aren’t the worth the paper they’re printed on. Using sex as leverage or a weapon is a fool’s errand and doesn’t work anyways. Making a man wait for sex WILL NOT make you more desirable in his eyes. Nor will him giving you a pearl necklace three weeks into your courtship cause him to question your value or make him lose respect for you. That will only happen if something else about you isn’t working for him. As I said earlier, sex by itself isn’t going to make or break your budding relationship. I don’t care what your pastor, BFF or therapist says.

So you want my advice?

Here it is….

Bang your heart out, Girl!

Yes, I’m serious.

Let this be your license to bang!

IF you want to have sex, rock his world until he’s nothing but a quivering shivering mass of pummeled masculinity lying on the bedroom floor. Pull out ALL the stops. Swing from the chandelier, knock over a lamp or two and make that boy beg for buttermilk! As far as I’m concerned, the only walls that should exist in your relationship are the ones he slams you up against while making your toes curl in a rush of orgasmic bliss.

And it doesn’t matter if you’ve known him 4 days, 4 weeks or 4 months, as long as you’re a class act outside the bedroom, having sex with a man early in the game is NEVER a liability. After all, this isn’t the 1950s anymore. The idea that a man isn’t going to find you desirable unless you’re some kind of prim and proper princess is absurd. Talk about an old school mentality. Steve Harvey and the rest of the waiting crowd must be stuck in a time warp. Hey Steve! Did I miss something because I’m pretty sure women today are more sexually liberated than at any point in history!

Which leads me to my final point.

Why is the waiting crowd only talking about the MAN’S desire for sex?

What about YOUR desire?

What if you’re the one who doesn’t want to wait?

Women love sex too so shouldn’t you be able to enjoy it without being made to feel like you’re a second-class citizen?

Or being told you’re less desirable because you want to rip his clothes off too?

The double standard drives me nuts.

Few things are more exciting for a guy than when you have the hots for him and YOU want to consummate the deal. So don’t listen to the fuddy-duddies who tell you to censor your sensuality. Now is the time to embrace your inner goddess and let your freak flag fly!

Oh, and if you’re someone who chooses to abstain from sex on the basis of religious or other personal beliefs, then that’s cool too. Far be it for me or anybody else to tell you how to live your life.

But for the rest of us, it’s time to get naked and party!

Now before you drop your dress, please understand I’m not telling you to spread your kitty around like rice at a wedding. It goes without saying you ALWAYS want to be selective, smart and safe about who you allow into your holy of holies. But assuming the guy meets your standards and you’ve taken proper precautions, you can be absolutely certain that expressing yourself sexually DOES NOT make you a plaything. It doesn’t mean you’re desperate, a sinner, easily manipulated or any other number of idiotic labels the waiting crowd would love to pin on your forehead. Your worth as a woman is defined by far more than some arbitrary timeline designed to govern how often you should spread your legs.

Can I tell you a secret?

Remember that little bang-fest I detailed for you at the beginning of this chapter?

The one with Leah?

Well, that was our second date.

And you know what?

We dated for well over a year until we amicably agreed to go our separate ways. Leah was and still is one of the most remarkable women I’ve ever known in my life. I will forever cherish our time together and I have the utmost respect for her in every regard. As of this writing, she’s engaged and there’s no question in my mind her fiancé is one of the luckiest bastards on the face of the planet.

So I ask you?

Did the fact Leah slept with me on our second date prove to be a liability for her?

Umm…..No.

Did I duck her calls, use her, abuse her, play her, lie to her or go AWOL because she dropped her panties after spending only a few hours with me?

HELL TO THE NO!

As I said before, from the moment she barked her carnal command, I was all hers. And because she was such a damn fine catch OUTSIDE the bedroom, she continued to hold my interest on every level.

The same can be said for my girlfriend, Danielle. She’ll probably pluck my pubes with tweezers while I’m asleep for telling you this, but she gave it up on the second date as well.

And guess what?

We’ve been together over five years and are still going strong. I can’t wait for the next five. Thinking about a decade with that incredible woman by my side puts a goofy grin on my face every time I think about it. I never lost interest in Danielle or questioned her value because she rocked my world the second time I saw her. To the contrary, making me forget my name was just one more feather in her cap of feminine awesomeness.

So don’t believe the hype, my beautiful friend.

It’s easy to assign blame when something doesn’t go our way or work out the way we’d hoped and that’s what a lot of women do with sex in the dating game. Because of well-intentioned but misguided folks like Steve Harvey, many women automatically assume sleeping with a guy early causes him to think twice about a future with them. But as we’ve just shown, that’s not the case at all.

So to hell with the 90-Day rule!

Bang away if you’re so inclined and know that expressing yourself sexually isn’t a liability of any sort. As long as you don’t confuse sex with love or allow that pesky oxytocin get the best of you, all will be right in your world. So for the sake of all mankind, don’t keep your erotic awesomeness under lock and key. Share it with your fellow man. If you want to scream at the top of your lungs as you’re being driven into the headboard on Day 21, then knock yourself out. There’s no need to censor yourself or miss out on the spicier side of life because you think strutting your sexual stuff might come back to haunt you. As long as you blow a man’s mind outside the bedroom, you can do whatever the hell you want inside the bedroom.

Now go rock his world!

Austin

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The Hand That Rocks The Cradle…


I’ve been blessed in this life with two beautiful daughters. They’re specimens of physical perfection with hearts of gold to match. When the Supreme Deity crafted this unique batch of femininity, the angels assigned to assist were clearly instructed to use only the finest ingredients. Their sparkling blue eyes and charming little personalities light up the days of everyone they meet and I consider myself the luckiest bastard in the world to be their dad.

I swear on my Granny’s grave there’s no doubt the good Lord gave me kids as payback for my forty-year reign as CEO of Troublemakers, Inc. Blessing a reformed bad boy like me with two beautiful daughters is proof positive that Queen Karma not only exists, but that she loves retribution. No doubt at this very moment, God and the Queen are throwing back tequila shots in the clouds and laughing it up at my current plight…..

The plight of a newly single father.

When I was married, I thrived in the role of fatherhood… but with a catch. Everything was on my terms. When it came to bedtime stories, the occasional bubble bath or championship pillow fights, I was Father of the Year.

Ice cream before dinner?

No problem!

South Park for my 3-year-old?

Why not? It’s a cartoon, isn’t it?

As a married man, fatherhood seemed to be a breeze. Of course in retrospect, the only breeze around my house was me breezing out the door when the going got tough.

So much for Father of the Year.

I remember coming home after a long day of work to the same old scene time and time again….the interior of my beautiful home laid-to-waste courtesy of my genetic replicas. Despite having just arrived home themselves, my girls could create scenes of devastation on par with Hurricane Katrina in sixty seconds flat. Walking through the front door, my tired eyes witnessed a swath of destruction that surely must have contained every toy, book and crayon color known to man. And as if that weren’t enough, I could always count on my delicate eardrums being mercilessly assaulted with the combined cacophony of pots and pans set to a backdrop of The Wiggles theme song. Yet somehow, the amazing female brave enough to take my last name took it all in stride while her husband damn near had a meltdown of nuclear proportions.

Because of scenes like this, my desire for escape at the end of the day was stronger than that of a death-row inmate incarcerated on Alcatraz. Like a lot of guys, I could often be found locked behind the doors of my home office, praying to The Fates that my family would leave me alone. But this escape would inevitably saddle my long-suffering wife with a disproportionate share of the childcare responsibilities. Particularly, the less-than-glamorous bits.

Not cool.

For me, if the task in question involved baby backwash, juvenile fecal matter, whining, complaining or any number of other unpleasantries, I did my best to disappear faster than virginity on prom night. Because I worked a corporate job all day, I justified my vanishing act by rationalizing that a mother’s job description couldn’t possibly be as draining or taxing as mine.

I have never been more wrong.

Now that I’m a single dad and my ex-wife isn’t around all the time like she was during the blissful days of yore, I have a whole new level of respect and admiration for mothers and caretakers of every sort. I am now wholeheartedly convinced there is no more noble or selfless job in the entire world than that of a responsible, attentive and loving mother. Men like to joke about women being the weaker sex, but the joke’s on us, fellas…..there aren’t many men alive who can manage a household, earn an income and juggle family responsibilities with a fraction of the combined competence a woman can.

As proof of my point…yesterday, it took me over an hour to make two grilled cheese sandwiches and a bowl of tomato soup for my girls. In typical Blood fashion, I somehow managed to turn what should have been a simple dinnertime ritual into an Act of God. Emeril Lagasse would no doubt have fired me on the spot.

BAM!

Between boil overs, plumes of black smoke and a litany of four-letter obscenities, I proceeded to annihilate every piece of cookware within a ten-foot radius. When I was done, my kitchen looked like the cross between a double homicide and the aftermath of an F5 tornado. I’m still flabbergasted the fire department or SWAT team never showed up. Unlike me, my ex could cook a gourmet meal with a baby on her hip while talking on her phone to her boss, and simultaneously helping my oldest daughter with her homework. Hell, I’m lucky if I can shit and fart at the same time!

I have to admit, prior to being a single dad, I never gave women the credit they deserved for their contributions in the role of motherhood. I took my ex-wife’s abilities for granted since I had NO idea it was this much work. Now that I’m on the hook for cleaning up after, negotiating with, and chauffeuring around two blonde chicks with as much of an attitude problem as their old man, I tip my hat to women all across the world. For a guy like me, it takes being on my own to realize what an amazing set of abilities many mothers intuitively and naturally possess. Compassion, attentiveness and patience are merely the start. Take it from a guy who’s recently learned the hard way; being a responsible, loving caretaker or mother is easily one of the most underrated yet important jobs in the world. For this reason, the nurturing instinct with which many women are blessed deserves to be cherished and validated at every opportunity. Because fifty years from now, it won’t matter what kind of car we drove or what the balance in our bank account was, but there’s a high probability the world will be a better place because a woman was important in the life of a child.