smushed green grass…

I know what many of you think…man I wish I could live that single life of elrock …

Aside: I too have been there I must admit…

Even if you can’t reach elrock status, your best efforts will show (as my post from last week tried to illustrate) that it takes a very serious commitment to enjoy the fruits of singledom labor…to further this point I have a tale from my weekend …you see while the yard may look full of bountiful green grass over there on the solo dolo side, it can often times get crumpled under life’s feet of less than desirable experiences…

On this particular evening, I was invited out by a friend to a games night…being a Taboo master, I was compelled to defend my crown but  I found myself tired leading up to the evening’s main event….hoping to gather my energy through the form of tiddlywinks coppage, I opted for a pre-game nap…after underestimating my tiddlies level, I slept approximately two hours longer than the original plan…after recognizing that I was on my couch and not Paula Patton’s as my dream had led me to believe, I went into quick preparation mode for the evening…also known as t-shirt, jeans and js…I share this seemingly meaningless paragraph of details to bring to life the lack of care that went into my appearance…

Luckily I arrived to my friend’s abode prior to the all important taboo team selection but I seemed to have missed the section of the night where everyone says their name through an interpretive chant and dance…as a true games participant I put aside my lack of social media linkage to 53% of the room and we jumped right into the game… Read more of this post

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extra credit not applicable…

In order to maintain a nutritionally balanced dating life, we realize all readers need to gather povs from various know-it-all bloggers spouting our own versions of words of wisdom over the interwebs. With this being the case, from time to time I take a gander at what other (read as more sober) bloggers have to say on all things coitus-related. The other day I stumbled on to this post from the gents at Single Black Male

Obviously the picture of the highly attractive Paula P. matching her lovely dress to the loveseat caught my attention, but also one of the bullet points supporting the overall hypothesis of the article proved to be an interesting morsel of ‘you ain’t neva lied’ that I find myself all too familiar with…pretty women don’t have to do extra credit…

Now if you are a pretty female that disagrees with this statement, you are either incorrectly categorizing yourself OR just wrong. Your pick…

Don’t believe me? Let’s dive into this deeper… Read more of this post

the down low filter…

Many believe that there is no such thing as a dumb question. Many are also taking self portraits in a mirror right now to send to the guy they just met this past weekend. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

Let’s just say I’ve heard my fair share of stfu inquiries to realize that folks are running around recklessly running up their dumb question meter. One of my personal favorites is when a young lady asks: “is my man on the down low?” Now common sense would tell you that by the mere fact of having to ask this question you may need to dust off that match.com profile. But for those of you that aren’t following common sense on twitter, I’m here with a filter of sorts that should put your mind at ease.

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