Good dick can have a chick  gone. No matter how much she tells herself it’s just for fun, every deep stroke he gives makes her think “what if.” Not all women can have sex without catching feelings. When a woman gives herself sexually, she ends up giving herself emotionally. Sex can be very emotional no matter how the relationship started out. The second you gave him the mingee you got dick hooked. Then you start acting crazy. Yes, you start treating the “just sex” relationship like something else…a RELATIONSHIP. You get jealous if you see him with someone else. If you call and he doesn’t answer the phone you get mad. If he comes over, hits it from the back real good your ass wants to cuddle and talk afterwards. Chile, you’re all the way never right when you create this relationship in your head. You have taken a situation that was suppose to be so simple and turned it into something else. You have become too emotionally invested in a just sex relationship. The question is, is it ok to be emotional if you’re giving your other parts?

I’ve not been involved in a “Just sex” relationship in a long time, but back in the day I left feelings out of the equation. I was able to separate sex from emotions. I knew this was just something we were doing and that’s that. Now I’ve had situations where the men got too emotionally attached to me and I had to cut it short. See I believe that a sex relationship should be void of any sort of relationship aspects. Sure you’re giving each other very much needed business, but at the end of the day you have no claim to each other. That way once one of you meet someone that you’re interested in, the other won’t get mad and shit cause the sex sessions are over. This is the proper way to perform a sex relationship.

Now feeling how I’m feeling nowadays a sex session would lead to all kinds of wrong. I can admit it, over the last 2-3 years I’ve gotten *hmmmmm* I’ve gotten a little softer. I don’t know if this is age or what, but I feel like a punk. Ok punk is a strong word, but I’ve gotten more in-tuned with my  feminine side. Before I thought like a man, hell even held my imaginary dick when I wanted to show how tough I was to someone. Lol. Now, all that shit went out the window. I would never get involved in a just sex relationship now because I know my emotions would be all up and thru that bitch. It’s like when you’re seeking more in life a once in a while relationship turns into “omg I think I’m in love” relationship, when it’s clearly not the case. You’ve developed this thing in your mind where you think, it’s meant to be knowing good and damn well it’s just sex. You think “well maybe deep down he feels the same but just doesn’t want to show it” when he’s actually looking at you as a f*ck friend. You’ve gotten too emotional. This is why I cut that sex buddy shit out years ago because I know my focused has shifted. I rather a dick that comes home to me every night and wakes up with me every morning. I don’t need no dick that stays, f*cks me for a few hours, takes a  nap then wakes up before the sun comes up to go home. No ma’am I ain’t about that life.

So ladies before you make an agreement with Rakim to beat it like a cop, think before you stroke. If you know that dick is too good and your liable to fall in love, don’t do it. Back in the day if I tried it once and the dick was just heaven on a stick, I didn’t go back. I refuse to allow a dude’s dick to dictate my emotions. No more puss for you sir. You got that hook em dick.

Ok, so I was having a conversation with a homegirl and she asked me something that just threw me for a loop. She asked if I would ever consider being in an open relationship. *Does a spit take* I was perplexed because she knew the type of person I am, so to ask me that was just crazy. She was looking at me to honestly answer her. Being the selfish bitch that I am, I kindly responded in my best Miss. Sophia voice “Hell no”. Then this heffa really went further with it… “Why not”. Well, besides the fact that I never liked to share I can’t see my man having sex with someone else and being OK with it. She confessed to me that she was  considering asking her man about starting an  open relationship, but was unsure on how to approach the subject. I don’t have much expertise in this subject, but I starting to think about it.  I know she’s reading this so…girl I came up with some rules/guidelines that ya’ll asses need to follow. Ol nasty ass…lol j/k…not really.

Sometimes, this subject might be a touchy one because in most instances sleeping with someone else while in a relationship isn’t that cuteness. If you really want to start this conversation and he sounds like he MIGHT be interested set these ground rules first.

1. Tell the damn truth~ If you are in an open relationship and you see a little tender that you wanna give that open coochie to, tell your partner first. It makes no sense being in an open relationship and you gotta lie to your boo. If you keep an open line of communication then you should be good. If they feel uncomfortable about the whole thing…DON’T DO IT.  In an open relationship the objective isn’t to hurt your partner.

2. Never get caught up~ Sometimes when having sex especially good f*ck your mind up sex, emotions can get mixed up in it. Remember, this isn’t an emotional thing. It’s the pure rush of sex. If you get easily caught up then your simple ass don’t need to be in an open relationship. You need to have thick ass skin to be involved in a relationship like this. If you know you cry at Hallmark commercials and always need to have sex with Maxwell playing in the background, leave that other dick alone.

3. Strap tight~ Protection is always important. Never engage in a situation like this and be foolish enough to raw dog it. You don’t want him to plug some random chick and get  her pregnant or worse…give you some shit that antibiotics can’t cure.

4. Never f*ck mutual friends~ Yea I know James is fine as f*ck, but you must not f*ck his frat brother. Not only is that in poor taste, but you don’t want people that you both know getting in the middle of this. A relationship like this should only be between the two of you and the random people you decide to sleep with. If he decides that he wants to f*ck your friend you know your ass is gonna start thinking that he wanted to f*ck her from jump street.

5. Listen to each other~ If for some reason one of you feels uncomfortable about it at any point… you need to end it. Open relationships is about you and your partner working together to “enhance” your relationship. If he feels uncomfortable seeing you with other men or vice versa then you should listen to what they have to say.  If you continue the relationship against your partner’s wishes, then that basically makes you a cheater. The whole thing done turned into something else.

I don’t really think you can develop any concrete rules to a situation like this, but having some sort of guidelines can help. I don’t know if she’s planning on really doing this or just talking out her ass, but this is a big transition. I’m not saying a relationship like this can’t work between two people , but can you actually feel comfortable laying in bed watching tv while your man is out giving YOUR $5 foot long to some other chick? Well women end up in that same situation everyday and don’t know it. At least this technically isn’t considered cheating. To each his own. I’m not here to judge…yes I am..j/k…really I’m not.

Holla at me: Would you ever consider an open relationship?

*Snapping Fingers* Welcome to the Diary of A Mad Guest Blogger. This is a segment where we feature readers/bloggers that got thangs to say. I want you to give a special hand to Chris Juneau.

You’ve got a big date coming up this weekend. You’ve been seeing this person for a while and you’re not sure if this is the day when she’ll finally come to your house for that night cap. Just in case this is the night when she agrees to come home with you, make sure that your apartment is date-ready.

Roommate arrangements

If you live with roommates, make sure that you have an agreement about keeping common areas clean. There is nothing worse than bringing someone home and finding a big sloppy mess that someone else made. If you tend to go out on Friday nights and he stays in and orders pizza and plays video games, be sure to let him know the nights that you have the potential of bringing a date home.  Sure, she won’t mind meeting your roommate, but she didn’t come home with you to play Portal 2 with your roommate.  Set up an agreement that after either of you brings a date home, the other will exit the common living area and give you some privacy. She may want to come to your bedroom eventually, but having that as the only private option is not good.

Fill the Fridge

Have something around that you can offer her. She’s probably not going to want a cold piece of pizza and a can of Budweiser. Put a few diet sodas in the fridge and get a decent bottle of red wine. Pay attention to what drinks she orders when you’re out and have some of that around. Likewise, some simple cheese and crackers or something to offer her to eat is nice. Chances are she won’t want to eat, but it’s nice to have it ready.

Clear the bookshelves

If you have a fine porn collection and Playboys that date back to 1983, that’s great. I’m impressed. But she’s not going to be. Put the porn away. Sex toys too.

Hide the exes

Likewise, put away all the photos of you and your last girlfriend. It’s okay that you were in a relationship previous to her, but if she sees pictures of you two together, she’s going to think you’re still hung up on her. Also, check the fridge photos. Is there anything on there you don’t want her to see? Something revealing from your frat party days? Something sexist or nasty? Take those down too. You want to make a good first impression.

Pick up the place

Yes, clean. Vacuum the floor. Do the dishes. Put clean sheets on the bed. Put the dirty clothes in a hamper and in the closet, out of sight. Pick up the dog toys and put your softball equipment in the garage. Make your apartment look the way your mom always wanted your room to look when you were a kid. And for heaven’s sake, make sure the bathroom is clean!

Light the mood

Those overhead lights are too harsh. Make sure you’ve got some lamps that you can put dim and maybe even some candles.

Set the mood with music

Have a sexy mix ready on your ipod that you can pop on to set the musical mood.

Author Bio: Chris Juneau is an avid blogger. He adds a male voice to discussion about dating and relationships. He currently blogs with OnlineDatingSites.net

“We’re both adults. If we have sex after the first date I won’t look at her any differently” Have you ever heard that line before? Most men that want to get into your panties in the first two weeks of actually knowing you drop that line to make you feel “comfortable.” Basically he wants you to know that he wants to f*ck you, but he feels that he has to make you feel comfortable enough to give it to him. Most men say if you give him the Vag on the first date he won’t look at you differently…o_O. Some women fall for it and give it up, but is it her mind that’s makes her think he has changed or has he really changed after sex?

Within the first 3 mins of meeting a guy a woman knows if she wants to feel his sex nose pressed deep against the walls of her bald lovebox. Most men think they have to con a chick to hit, when women already know they’re gonna do it. The thing is a woman might already know she wants to screw, but her mind tells her she needs to wait. Some women fear if she gives in too soon he will no longer have interest once the bed stops rocking. He will never have respect for her if she give it to him too soon. One of my twitter followers hit me up one Saturday night at 2am because of this very issue. She started seeing a guy and after 2 weeks she slept with him. He told her before they had sex that he was into her and if they did have sex he wouldn’t look at her any differently, but after they did it she started freaking out. She actually regretted sleeping with him too soon and soon after her mind started working overtime. In her mind he stopped doing the things he did before they slept together. Now she felt that her giving in made him change his mind about her. I had no idea what happened in the long run, but her agonizing and the regret of the whole thing made her second guess every single thing. If he didn’t look at her differently after the screw her paranoia may have definitely played a role.

You do have the men that say anything just to get into your Vicky Secrets to test you. Yes I said to test you. Now this is all my opinion but, some men just say it to see how quick you are with offering the snatch on a platter. If you give in he might think “Shit if she gave it to me on the first night imagine how many others she let hit it.” Just like how women say things to test a man, men are beginning to be smart enough to think the same way. If a man comes at you with it and you know you’re not ready or even into it…saying no doesn’t hurt. If you say no and he starts acting differently, then you know he was trying to get the goods and not you so why even stress over him? If you say no and he still shows genuine interest then maybe it can be about something. You do have some men that actually don’t give a got damn if you fuck him on the first date or not. If he’s feeling you, he’s feeling you. It can be hard to tell what kind of man you’re dealing with, but that’s why getting to know him is so beneficial.

Ladies, if you want to have sex with a man 1 week or 8 weeks after you meet him own up to it. The pussy is yours and yours alone and if you want to let it out to party that’s your choice. You shouldn’t give it up so that someone can like you or because you’ve been “tricked” into popping that pussy. If you have sex, is because you wanted to have sex. Whatever consequences happen as a result to you having sex is something you will have to own up to. If he pulls away…ok, if he seems more interested…fine. It’s something that you will have to learn to deal with at the end of it all. Driving yourself nuts over your decision to do it just makes you second guess everything and makes you look like the one that has changed after the sex.

It always amazes me when I hear that certain women become engaged. Not that most women don’t deserve to be happy, but it’s the bitchy one’s that seem to lock a man in. On Sunday I watched an episode of Bridezilla, and I was amazed that these dudes that looked perfectly sane even asked these crazy heffas to marry them. I know the majority of these women show out for the camera, but there is always some truth to the madness. So this shit leads me to believe, that crazy bitches always prosper while the sane chicks are left single and in search of Mr. Right.

Back in college I had a roommate that dated a guy for about 2 years. He was a very handsome guy, but I wondered why he stayed with her. She was not only verbally abusive to this man, but she was physically abusive as well. This chick cheated on his ass with every Tom, Dick, and Harpo. I remember one time this bitch stabbed this man and slashed his tires. That fool went to the hospital, got stitches, and the next day he was back in the crib. I wondered what the fuck she worked on this fool, to forgive her for STABBING him? Don’t get me wrong, she was my home girl until that bitch thought she was gonna whoop my ass. *Somebody done told her wrong* I just didn’t understand the hold she had on him. Why would a man want a woman like that? After the altercation between her and I ,our friendship ended and I never spoke to that short, pimpled face bitch again. We would see each other over the years, but I never uttered a word to her. Fuck her! Shit. *Can you tell I still have feelings of anger over that chick?*

Fast forward to 2008… I was online looking at some outdoor spots for my wedding. *Yes I was briefly engaged, but I will talk about that another time.* And I came across something that made my hypertension spike. How about I saw this bitch and this idiot taking wedding photos on the beach. This bitch stabbed him, and he thought “Oh well, she almost killed me but I’z loves her anyway”. See, that’s the shit that puzzles me. Why would you marry a woman that is clearly a donut short of a dozen? That would just be 11 fucking donuts…..that ain’t complete. The chick is loco, not right in the head, psychologically unstable. That made me realize that crazy bitches have powers that us normal sane women don‘t.

Seriously, I think this all has to do with men having low self-esteem. Who does shit like that? If all I need to do is shoot a motherfucker to get his ass to marry me, then pass me the .22. It’s not fair, but hey life isn’t fair. I guess that shit will come back on her ass in the long run. I still don’t understand why he married her. The good girls *like myself* *cough* can’t catch a break, but the bitches find a way to beat and cheat the system. Smh!

So I love my friends, but I’ve noticed a surge of pregnancies around my circle. Damn near every female I know is pregnant. I’m not saying that I’m bitter or anything, but um yea I’m a little bitter. I mean I’m happy and shit for the giver of life and all, but damn everyone around me seems to be making major moves and I’m still…well here. It’s like you realize you’re living a gay looking life. Just imagine…your single, in your 30′s and have no kids. Don’t that sound kind of lesbian-ish living? Hell even the manliest of lesbians getting pregnant. Some people say “You’re not missing anything not having kids. Enjoy your freedom.” It’s not really the not being knocked up that bothers a lot of women, it’s the fact that she’s basically unable to start the second half of her life. It’s like while everyone is living like a grown-up, she’s living like a 20 year old in a 30 year old’s body.

In the past month about 6 people I know have contacted me with the great news that they’re bringing forth new life. Like I said I’m happy for them, but how many pregnancies can one person take? I even got men contacting me with the exciting news that their girls *half these bitches I’ve never met* are expecting. Then I get the “Awwwww one day you will be the one.” Chile if that ain’t the most depressing ass mood killer. So it’s like people automatically think if I tell her I’m expecting, I gotta make her feel like her time will come soon. No pity on this end, just I’ve gotten to that point in life where I’m ready for the other chapter; that second half.  I do know one thing…I rather be some one’s wife first than some one’s mother. Just my preference, but hey if shit happens it happens.

A lot of women feel bombarded by all the joy that surrounds them. It’s not easy being a single, child-less 30 something year old woman. You constantly get asked “So when are you gonna have kids” or my all time personal favorite “What’s wrong with you, you can’t get pregnant or something?” Yea I actually was asked that by an insensitive ass person, who did not know that I had difficulties conceiving. Well that’s a whole other story of another time. We’ve been put into this shock at such a young age that once you hit the age of 35 it’s the end of the road. Forget about becoming a parent after that age because your womb has officially shriveled up and died. The second a woman hits 30 that’s all she can think about. So many pressures are put on us that when it’s not happening we sometimes feel that you’ve failed, but men can knock a bitch up at 88. Larry King is 123 years old and that man that babies crawling around. That man wears adult diapers and still making babies. I swear sometimes I don’t understand that shit.

To my friends with babies on the way…I am extremely happy for your new beginnings. I am however not happy with all the sympathy texts/calls/tweets etc.  I mean I’m proud of your womb, your winning egg and his one enthusiastic sperm but lawd give me a break. Please keep your weekly baby updates to yourself. Stop alerting me every time you think you have a weird craving or you’ve noticed your feet are swollen. That’s not my business. Again, I’m not bitter but maybe a little bit. It’s just that some women don’t need to be reminded on a daily basis that things aren’t exactly as she imagined for herself at this stage in life. I’ve talked to a lot of women in this boat. They can’t stand the shit, and frankly they think it’s a little insensitive of their friends to force their pregnancies down their throats. All pregnant women do is talk about their pregnancies 24/7…then when the baby gets here all they do is talk about the baby. We’re proud you finally realized your fucking wasn’t in vain, but can we please have some grown-up convo. There is one person on my FB that talks about her child constantly. I mean this chick talks about nothing else. Shit, if she discussed the plight of midget wrestlers I would be happy. Just talk about something else other than what kind of stool JJ shitted that day after he ate his baby food. Ya’ll gotta chill on that shit.

P.S. Congrats to everyone I know that’s with child. I promise to support you even though half of ya’ll are really making me sick. Lol.

Note: No pregnant women were harmed in the making of this blog.

At one time or another everyone *well I don’t know about everyone* has had a physical relationship with someone they considered a friend. You know friends with benefits. You got that itch you need scratch and you call good ol Bob over to occupy your vagina for a few hours then go home. No emotions, no cuddling and no talking just two friends f*cking and calling it a night. Yea it always seems that simple until the second you get comfortable in whatever you consider that situation to be, and some shit happens that changes the whole dynamic. Now your no strings attached relationship all of a sudden has some very visible strings. So are you just hiding your strings in a or do they develop once the sex happens?

I don’t do casual sex. Sure I’ve had “friends” back in the day, but I quickly learned that when you get in a situation like that someone will get hurt. Sure it’s nice to know you can call someone to bruk your back, but we all know that sex complicates friendships. The things people fail to realize in a just sex friendship is that someone in that friendship has thought about f*cking you. It could be him, it could be you or you both considered the possibility. If there wasn’t any kind of chemistry whatsoever, you wouldn’t discuss being f*ck friends right? I had a friend a few years ago that I had that kind of situation with and I wish I didn’t. Since we were both single we decided to be friendssssssss, with the understanding that it’s just sex. Like I told you guys before back in the day I could have emotionless sex with no problem, but he was a different story. I blindly went into this and didn’t realize the more we had sex, the more closer he was getting to me. He started treating it more like a relationship than a convenient situation. The thing that brought us to that point was actually starting to break our friendship up.

After about 2 months I met someone that I was interested in and started dating. Now, when I started dating the new guy I told my special friend that we should chill on the cuttin for a minute. I didn’t want to potentially go into something new and have someone else on the side. Per our initial agreement, this was not suppose to be a problem. Um yea so obviously it became a problem. His gripe was how could I overlook him for someone else. The fact is I went into it as a friends with benefits shit. I cut all emotional connections off because this was just for a moment. This was my friend and we decided that we weren’t trying to get into anything complicated. He developed feelings *or always had them* along the way. Now that I met someone and didn’t fall head over heels for him was now becoming a problem. Due to our mis-communication or whatever that was our friendship couldn’t survive. He was now googoo gaga over me and I was googoo over someone else. He revealed his strings when the shit started getting real.

I’m not knocking those who are currently in this arrangement, but you do need to be very careful if you’re not planning on feelings popping up. Sex is an emotional thing for women and some men. Once you give your cooch to someone, you basically think he’s yours and vice versa. Sometimes sex is just sex; but if you know you’re attached to that person and you think sleeping with them on a friendsssss basis is gonna change your relationship for the better don’t be mad if you’re wrong. It could either work out to your benefit or could end horribly wrong. In essence these “simple” relationships aren’t so simple after all. Who knows; you both can be sexing and realize that you two were soulmates or realize that the hidden feelings you have for him isn’t reciprocated and the friendship isn’t the same. Now you got no dick or no friend. That shit ain’t worth it to me.

Have you ever known someone that just wasn’t right in the head? They get into a particular relationship and when things start going bad they automatically start to act different? It’s like they love so strong that their mind can’t keep up with their emotions. They start saying and doing some off the wall shit, and think that nothing is wrong with them but with everyone else. I always wondered if genetically people have the crazy demon in them already, or the minute they love too strong they start to lose it. Can love actually make someone crazy?

I have never ever ever in my life loved someone to the point I wanna kill myself and shit. I might have wanted to kill them for a brief moment in time, but came to my senses when I realized that I am too damn cute to be in some body’s jail. I just refuse to let someone who doesn’t deserve my ass have all that power. With that being said, there are times when you meet that one man/woman that makes you go all the way turned up. You can’t do anything else but think of this person. A homeboy of mine allowed this bitch to drive him crazy. I call her a bitch cause I didn’t like her grimy ass anyway. Truth be told I thought he could do better, but you can’t tell a person in love a damn thing that they don’t wanna hear. This man went above and beyond the call of duty for this chick. She called him and he would pick up on the first ring. The problem was, with all the things he did for her she never seemed to give anything in return. She treated this man like shit, but he couldn’t see it because he was so “in love”. One day he called her and the phone kept on ringing. He called and called until she started ignoring his calls. In between rings that shit went to voicemail. He started acting all female like and wanted to drive by her house to see if the car was there. Before he could do that she called him up all pissed and shit and asked him why he was blowing her up like that. Then this bitch had the nerve to tell ol boy “I’m on a date, leave me alone”. SMH… This dude went straight crazy on everybody. It came out she was using him *big f*cking surprise*. He just didn’t want to believe the woman he “loved” could do him so wrong.

You know this dude constantly called her..until she changed her number. He kept talking about “When they worked out the issues”. There wasn’t any issues to work out. Homeboy got played!!!! He was her “Right this minute man.” He did anything for her and she used it to her advantage. The minute she met a man that got more than he had she dropped him like  Beyonce did them Destiny Chil’ren. The sad part is, he couldn’t understand or get it through his head that he got played by a trick. This man wouldn’t date, wouldn’t enjoy life cause his mind was filled with thoughts of this chick. Do you really want to know the moment when iCouldn’t anymore? This son of a biscuit eating bulldog called me one night at 1am crying like a bitch cause he saw her out to the club with another dude. THIS GROWN ASS KNEEGROW ON THE PHONE BAWLING LIKE A BITCH CAUSE THE HOE DONE MOVED ON. One thing I dislike is someone crying about bullshit… THE SHIT I REFUSE TO TOLERATE IS A HEFTY ASS 200LB MAN CRYING LIKE SOMEONE JUST SHOT HIS DOG. Like really? I am so sorry and I hope you’re reading this, but I had to hang up on you. That shit ain’t sexy or cool that’s just f*cking crazy. I know love and emotions can hit you like a ton of bricks, but when your ass crying over someone that treated you like shit for that long, you need to get hung up on.

It took a while for him to get over her. He realized she was nothing but a gold digging trollop and he deserved better. It’s just sad he wasted a damn year chasing after her ass when he could have found the woman he was meant to be with. Sometimes you have to realize when to let go. You can’t force someone to love you the way you love them. It’s just not possible. I know love makes you do crazy things, but you need to learn the difference between love and obsession. Half the time the people you have this kind of love for ain’t worth shit. They treat you bad and leave you out there to dry. We tend to love those that only love themselves. They can’t see past their own shit to realize when someone loves them unconditionally. That is when we get ourselves in trouble. We love the challenge, the thrill of the chase. Essentially we want to be that person that can say “I changed him/her”. You can’t do that. If someone doesn’t love you, there is no way in hell you can make them think otherwise. Let it go…and move on. There is no need to kill your soul and spirit for someone that just doesn’t give a damn life you live or die.

I was once told when women travel in a group a man will be less likely to speak. When a man notices a woman out alone, she seems more approachable and easy going. I thought this was crazy until I decided to party alone over the weekend. The plans I had fell through and I did want to go out, so I got all pretty and went to the club alone. Some people thought I was crazy for doing that, but shit I wanted to drink and dance. Sue me. My night out made me realize something…the  theory I’ve heard from a few men were right. A man is more prone to approach a woman when she’s alone. I wondered if men were just afraid of rejection or were men actually turned off by a group of women?

Normally when I go to my spot I travel with my girls. We walk into the club together and we leave together. Now I don’t know if we give off that “don’t f*ck with me vibe” but when we roll we roll deep. So like I said over the weekend no one wanted to go out, so I decided to get out the house and head to my local watering hole. Now I have never in my days went to this place alone. There was no reason why I never did it. Well let me stop lying. I thought a woman going to the club alone looked kinda pitiful. I know sad to say, but who would I laugh and joke with when I saw awkward looking bitches with muffin tops bulging out of their too small shirts, white church shoes with the 3inch wide heel from 1993 and horrid platinum blonde lacefront wigs ? *Yea I see that shit on a regular basis where I go* Yo I couldn’t just laugh at that shit by myself. Anyway, I went to the spot and actually had a good time. I had men left and right approaching me asking me to dance, offers of drinks and got a few digits. One guy even said “I see you all the time, but tonight you were alone so I decided to approach.” It tripped me out because I heard that echo in my head “Men prefer women who are out alone.” I partied my ass off and when I got good and tired I walked my ass out of there. Not having to chill for a few so we could all leave together. It was like a sense of freedom came over me. I know it’s not something I will do every weekend, but shit once in a while won’t be so damn bad.

Not all men are intimidated by a group of women, they just approach whenever. There are the few that see a group of women and immediately hit the pause button. A friend of mine said women in groups have a group mentality. The shit is true, when women travel together everyone has every one’s back. Women have the “we come together, we leave together” way of life when they go out. That shit helps and harms a situation. Say for instance you’re out with your friends and you’re the only one that gets approached by a guy. He’s sexy as hell and one look and your ass is smitten. You always have that one loser bitch friend that always has to discourage you and shit. She’s usually the one who’s always the center of attention. If someone ugly or good looking approaches you and didn’t even look at her first, she’s talking shit about him which in turn makes you not give him the time of day. If you were alone you don’t have all those outside influences, you can just roll with the night. You have more freedom to go with the flow. It’s actually very liberating. So ladies, don’t rule out the possibility of going out alone. Even if you treat yourself to lunch at your favorite restaurant. Sit at the bar that gives you the opportunity to mingle with other people. You will find how easy it is to be open and inviting to others.

Holla at me: Fellas, do you find it difficult to approach a woman when she’s in a group?

I know I can never add any potentials to my twitter account * @therealvichick*, because the shit I say on there will make any man side eye my ass. When it comes to social media sometimes we say and post things that we wish we didn’t. And although we wish we could take them back, we can’t because once on the internet always on the internet. So in the age of technology and dating one of the first questions you get asked when you meet a potential “Are you on facebook?” The reason why FB is actually requested more than any other social media site is because not only is it the most popular, but your whole life is depicted on FB. Any new pic you take, you post it. You got something on your chest, you update your status. Hell you have an ex boyfriend on FB and any potential who’s smart enough can figure out who it is just by your status, comments and picture tags. The wrong image/status can turn your ass  from a potential partner, to the chick he knows on Facebook.

I hate giving out my Facebook information to a new guy. *Oh click here to friend me on FB* It’s not like I got pics on there I’m ashamed of, it’s because when I meet someone new I don’t like to tell them about Candy Diaries right away. I’m not ashamed of my baby by any means, but reading some of my posts some people automatically form opinions about me. Anyone that actually knows me can tell you who I am on my site is totally different than who I am in real-life. So I feel by reading various post they might not get an accurate picture of who I am. This is why I HATE to share my facebook information. I’ve actually had a guy shy away from me because of my FB page. Honestly I really don’t give a flying f@!k if someone goes off of what’s on my page, but at the same time how can you completely judge someone based on what you read on the internet?

I remember a friend of mine met this guy and they exchanged FB information. When she got on his page there were nothing but posts talking about screwing chicks and these bullet wound stripper-like bitches commenting on everything he said. Of course that completely signaled a red flag to her. Although they just met and he was trying to get to know her, she decided to ask him about his page. He replied “it’s only facebook, there was no need to get so sensitive over an update.”I guess the fool in her decided to give him a try, but quickly regretted it. Due to him believing “it’s just facebook” he continued talking that shit after they actually got into a relationship. Still talked about other chicks and still got comments from the thirst driven female “friends” on his page. She turned a blind eye to it because she felt that it’s only FB and he can’t control what these people say in there comments. They were together and she knows that her man is committed to their relationship. Yea she lived in LaLa land up until she saw a message he got in his inbox from another chick. I can’t remember what she told me it said, but I will draw my own conclusions. In my words the conversation went something like this:

Thirst Bitch: Hey stranger how you been?

Asshole: Hey baby damn you looking right in that new pic.

Thirst Bitch: Thanks daddy…you know I gotta stay looking good for you.

Asshole: So when we gonna hook up again?

Thirst Bitch: I’m ready whenever you’re ready. I wanna suck the skin off your dick.

Asshole: Damn I need to come over there right now

Now I just assumed it was said this way, ya’ll know my imagination all f@!ked up right? I said all this to say, after she saw this shit she went ape/gorilla shit on this man. The thing is, did she have a right to? I mean he clearly showed who he was when she first met him, and she still decided to give him some play. Is it her fault that she didn’t take heed to the facebook page and it’s contents? Of course she quickly dismissed his ass when all this happened.

Some people don’t realize how powerful and dangerous this internet mess is. Your whole life is chronicled on this shit. Not only can it prevent you from meeting quality people, but also getting the right job. Folks need to be a little more conscience on what they put out here. Like I said I know if anyone ever saw what the hell I post on my twitter I will never ever ever get into another relationship. Lol. Hell my tweets are in the Library of Congress. That means all the shit I said has gone down in history. So um I can’t take back none of the shit I said about Diddy having Biggie and Tupac killed…Oops I did it again. Dagnabit

Holla at me: Do you think people put too much information on social media websites?