Dating for sex?

You Forgot Your Common Sense

Why do men expect sex after he takes a female out on a date?

In my opinion, the reason men date is for the opportunity to get to sex. Now they may not expect sex on the first date and maybe not the second but understand all the impressing has an end goal in mind- yep, panty-ville! Your appearance is the first thing someone uses to decide if they want anything more with you, your profession, religion, race … are non factors, what matters is if they find you attractive.  Men are physical & visual beings &  sexual by nature, so they knew when they decided to approach you they wanted more, they just know (for the most part) it takes some effort to get you where they want. A lot of men, who at least want to appear genuine wont tell you outright this is their intention  so they take the road…

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Pretending to be happy when you’re in pain is just a proof of how strong you are as a person, and still making that simple smile when every part of you dies.

Does that make you a gold digger?

You Forgot Your Common Sense

We all know in today’s society money is a huge factor in most relationships, it creates as well as tears them apart. Besides wanting nice things materialistically a lot of people stay in bad relationships because they have a ‘sponsor’ to allow the lifestyle that keeps them comfortable.  A friend has a contender that she simply is not attracted too, is a bit judgmental, and can be controlling but for now she stays with him, although she knows she will never be happy. Her reasoning, he makes close to $500,000 yearly,and she’s in law school. Anyone that has ever gone through or considering school knows just how expensive it can be and the cost of that degree will have the morals and standards of many blurred.

Years ago it was sensible and fitting for a woman to find a provider but not with all these ‘independent women’ the idea of finding a mate…

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A Second Chance . . .

The Daily Scribe

Although I lost her fifteen years ago, the memory of my fiancée still lingers.

She was an aspiring model robbed of the opportunity to grace the world with her beauty. To this day, although her doctor assured me that the two were not connected, I still harbor doubts whether her desire to give me a child did not in some way trigger her cancer.

I can recall her fighting back tears as she looked in the mirror. The ravages of chemotherapy can be most unflattering, but she swore defiantly that she would be victorious against leukemia.

Gone was the long flowing hair, the voluptuous physique, the bewitching eyes, the melodious voice of innocence, and in spite of it all, it was then that the true essence of her beauty was revealed . . .

Her tragic death, and my inability to cope with it, left me despondent. I decided to…

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