June Bug

Write something special for a special someone = girls like corn.

A face warmer than home,
Soul softer than the smallest sigh –
you know, after hands whisper love.
Aphrodite

Keen and acumen like a needle,
A cute sense of psyche –
you know, Her-a God to Grease.
June

Maybees disappear – definitive No or Yes,
Exhausted A to Z, layers of amethyst –
you know, the great divide.
Grand

Goddess of love. Queen of heaven. An abyss between us.

Advisory: No Lies Allowed

To thine own self be true - Bill Shakespeare

Opposites Repel

Shock, stun, ding your own bell. Life can become a little too comfortable at times. I am in need of change. Before bed last night I decided to take a page from George Costanza. Today I have been trying to do the opposite of what I would normally do. This is the highlighted report thus far:

I woke up in the middle of the night at 4:00 AM. I wanted to go back to sleep – I got up and did push-ups. Then, I quickly realized that I was doing push-ups and I recognized the opposite … so then I did some sit-ups. I stopped and wondered if I should try to do some pull-downs or stand-downs. I worked up an appetite. I knew I shouldn’t eat, “I can’t, but I must,” I thought. I could see this was getting out of foot, so I made burritos for put-together-slow.

Pay far attention: I dressed myself for play. Jeans, T-shirt, boat shoes – believe it. I found myself behind the mirror brushing my teeth. I swallowed, frowned, and said, “You are such a man-saver.”

Work: “Bad night. You’re there,” I said to my co-workers (no one said a word to me the rest of the day). I took lunch at 11:00. I wasn’t hungry, so I ate lots. I completed my work promptly, and a second ago I was reading a newsletter update from HR. I sent a text to a friend I never wanted to talk to again, and I changed my Facebook status to something completely false. I logged onto MySpace … imagine this, Ha!

Do something you normally wouldn’t do and report. I can’t wait to read the results.

Pardon my Absence

There are many reasons why I have neglected this blog, Michael’s tragic death being chief among them, however, it is time for a reemergence. Although the King is dead, the rules are not. Please accept my apologies, if you follow or read this blog, I will in turn try to thrill your lives with the passion of a King.

Happiness, my friends, is a choice. Lettuce always remember this. If you carrot all, you will choose wisely. If you do not CHOOSE to be happy, it is likely that you will turn into an a*ple.

Just some food for thought.

Edgar's Crows

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Crow_Baker
I've often pondered a phrase given to me by a friend: "The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw." What if my name was Moo or Roar?? (More to come on this later). The point I want to make is simple. Real women are not crows. They don't call at me like cows do ... well, nevermore.
What kinds of persons do you attract?

Here's what I usually reel in:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loS8aF-yPy0

Only true lovers can withstand the sands of deceit.

This is a message found on the beach in Atlantic City, the setting for many destroyed lives and men who wear denim shorts.  It was torn into bits, but I was able to salvage what I could and fill in the gaps.  Let us all learn from this.  Please read.

Now, the names were torn off, I used a pair of pseudonyms to identify the parties involved.  This boy obviously cheated on his sweetheart and she found out.  He is trying to win her back, I wish we could see how it all plays out, but since she tore up the note I'm guessing it didn't go well.  The lesson for Rules Boys is that you should never ever let your sweetheart find out you're cheating on her.  Remember this and you will live a full and productive life.

First Meats

Everybody, when you first meet somebody I don’t find it wise to immediately scheme to “get digits”. 

OMFG, this girl is so beautiful, I may never see her again, this could be my chance! This is do or die, time to separate the men from the boys! The world is yours.

You immediately want to thrust yourself into a date situation.  Doing so will only set strange expectations and result in an awkward, almost scripted get-to-know-you session. Don’t force anything. Be loosey goosey.  Maybe you’ll never see her again--how mysterious and sexy. This can only work in your favor. Maybe you do see her again because getting her number was the natural thing to do. Way to go tiger.