get in the game…

I’ve recently read one too many bios that include the phrase ‘I don’t play games’ and then find a buffet size list of dating complaints in the same person’s stream of 140 letters or less digital rants. So I’m devoting the next 750 or so words to trying to solve this knowing that the ones that need to read it won’t make it pass the click more button and those that do are probably already equipped with this knowledge…but as is life…

The root of dating pain for most is that they feel it isn’t a sport…while the potential partners in their ‘so you think you can be my husband’ pairings are definitely approaching it as a sport…and probably a seasoned veteran at this point because of her need to date older guys (another post for another day)…

Now as much as I’d like to tell you to filter out those players of this ‘game’ and find the genuine gents, I’m not sure your ovaries are that patient…don’t fret though because just like LeBron if you know the rules and apply a little practice here and there, you can experience mediocre results from great expectations… Read more of this post

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please accept our apologies…

last week in part one of “ubf remembers we’re black” we took a look at some things that could possibly benefit the jacksons and jenkins of the world…this week in the maury surprise part (maury surprise because part 1 didn’t now he had a son until right now) we look at a few things we’d like to apologize for…these are of course just my opinions…but because the opinions leaked from my brown hands, they obviously represent those of the black population as a whole…it’s just more efficient that way…
now…where should we start…right…the obvious choice… Read more of this post

the ghost of relationships past…

i was sitting and sipping with one of the homies recently as they lamented to me on the ills of these single streets…she described a few of her prospects then systematically shot them down for errors that had yet to occur…she had found a way to remain single forever lump everyone she’s met into 3 categories that were defined by her 3 previous failed relationships…basically, whichever ex the new guy most resembled (and i use that term very loosely) is how they got labeled…this label helped to pre-define how any relationship with that person would most likely end…now i don’t want to call this a dumb approach but my digital thesaurus is on the fritz…so yeah…we’ll just stick with dumb for now…

although i found her approach to be light weight ridiculous, i do know that she’s not the only one that is allowing the crayons of love lost to color in the blank outlines of their new possibilities… and i, for one will not stand for it…so i’ve concocted this quick and simple list of reasons why you should let the new mate possibilities define themselves… Read more of this post

what the sports world can teach us about breakups…

welcome back ubf’ers…hopefully the thanksgiving holiday/black friday combo has your bellies full and your wallets as empty as mine…but a word of caution to those expecting gifts…my wallet was empty way before the target trampling started…as most of you know, when i’m not out drinking and making bad life decisions counseling our followers on all the ills beauties of meaningful male/female relationships, i am glued to my 52 inch picture machine watching andre johnson doing his best ike turner impression on cortland finnegan’s helmetless head skilled athletes perform in games of skill and endurance…one can learn a great deal from the challenges these athletes face from game to game but today the pessimist in me wants to focus on what happens when happy endings are aborted (and subsequent tips withheld) and things don’t go according to plan…here are some nuggets we can take away from sport’s messiest break-ups… Read more of this post