I Love life and talk about it Practically... Its all about Relationships: With God & With Man
Tuesday, 18 February 2014
Sunday, 16 February 2014
HOW TO FIND AND KEEP A GIRL-FRIEND ... Part 1
STAY MONOGAMY!
Life is not an Axe body spray commercial.
Sex sells, and what is often sold to young men is the concept of banging every hot woman in his area code. Use this hair gel, follow these pick-up tactics, spray this noxious scent and you’ll have scantily-clad females chasing you down like it’s a foxhunt. Thanks to evolution via natural selection, sex is a motivating force.
As a fitness writer, I know that the desire to fornicate motivates some men to quest for six-pack abs, as if a rippling midsection miraculously causes women to drop their pants and commence ovulating. But I took a survey, which showed that doesn’t actually happen. I don’t care how many partners you’ve had, or want to have. There are plenty of products that promise to transform you into a ladies man, but I’d like to propose an alternative; a more realistic one; an alternative that could possibly make you a happier man, a better man. If you’ve wasted time reading the creepy-rapey-misogynistic bullshit spouted by self-proclaimed pick-up artists (PUAs) to get laid, then you know that this is the exact opposite of that kind of advice. To quote a light-saber wielding little green puppet: “You must unlearn what you have learned.” And one quick note—as a man who is married to a woman, I can only speak from that perspective. But this article is not intended to exclude anybody, regardless of gender or orientation.
Part One: The case for one woman instead of many
The Internet is rife with methods for getting laid. PUAs have all sorts of ridiculous methods and games that promise to provide you with a new sexual conquest every night. Just insult her, act aloof, wear a fuzzy hat and treat your female encounters like hostage negotiations — where what you’re negotiating over is the release of her panties…or something. You’ll be awash in more ladies than your body can possibly tolerate. I know precisely diddly squat about picking up women for a one-nighter. I mean, I managed to do it once or twice a very long time ago, so I know what it’s like, but I’m not even sure how I did it. What I’d like to do first is convince you of why you may be better off with being dedicated to one woman than trying (and you probably failing) to have sex with many. First off, guys in Marriage relationships get more sex than single unmarried men do. Check out this chart from the Kinsey Institute , which shows that married guys are far more likely to be engaging in regular sex than single dudes. It’s the single fellas who regularly go more than a year without sex.
Anecdotally, I’ve spoken with many single friends over the years who lament the infrequency of their fornication. I’ve been with the same woman 24 years, and I have a happy and regular sex life (and that’s all I’ll share on that subject). Look at the Kinsey chart again. Married people do have sex, no matter what comedians and sitcoms tell you. I would venture that even guys who are supposedly good at the pick-up game don’t get as much sex as guys who are good at relationships. I’ve spoken with both a well-known PUA, as well as a friend who was justso charming and good-looking that women seemed to flock to him, and I still averaged at least as much sex as the former and more than the latter. The second eventually decided “to hell with being single”, got married to a nice woman, and has a couple of kids now. The first, as far as I know, is still incapable of having a lasting relationship. He told me he wished he had what I did.
But the single guys get to have sex with several women, while the balled-and-chained ones only get to have it with one. That sucks! Says who? Why is it that sex with many is better than with one? First off, let’s question those words “many” and “several” by taking another look at the Kinsey chart. Do you actually know real-live men who have had tremendous and high frequency sex using these PUA tactics to “score copious vagina”? And second, what can you learn about a person in one night? Sexual encounters, if you’re a caring and unselfish lover who is capable of, you know, learning, get better over time with another person as you figure each other out.
You get even more comfortable with each other. You learn what the other person likes and dislikes. A lot of stress is removed and you can jump into it in seconds and start going at it like bonobos on IV Viagra just because it’s a day that ends in “Y.” Third, and this is a really big one, NO CONDOMS! Well, if you do all the background checks with both of you coming up clean, and have a reliable alternative form of birth control going on, and are monogamous, then you get to ride bareback, and that’s awesome.
And finally, being in love is also awesome. It can make you a better person. That whole “ball and chain” bullshit is is just that. Bull and shit. Every time I look at my wife – the person who has been my very best friend for more than two decades – I think of how lucky I am to have her in my life. I know that no matter what happens, she has my back. I could get sick, injured, poor … and as long as I stayed loyal and decent she wouldn’t leave my side. She’d help me through it. Would some one-night stand you met at the bar do that?
So, let’s recap why one woman > many women (at least for me): The whole “many” part is likely an exaggeration. More sex. Probably way more if you’re a good boyfriend. The sex gets better as you learn more about each other. No condoms! Holy freaking yay and hooray! New best friend who likes being naked with you and makes more than just your penis feel good. Not all women are awesome, but a lot are. If you’re just a young guy don’t fear that I’m talking about marriage and mortgages and multiplying and minivans here. This is just about finding one woman you can be with for more than a weekend, and then you’ll see where it goes from there
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Saturday, 15 February 2014
THE PLACE CALLED HOME: THE TRUE LOVE STORY OF SCOTT SONNON.
The night I met my future wife, a gun had been held to my head. Friends of hers had invited her to a party at my college apartment, hosted by my roommates. From my training, I unconsciously snatched the weapon from the gunman’s hand, yelling for him and his henchmen to leave. As they cautiously backed out the door hands held high, I threw the handgun out after them, and slammed the door, yelling, “And don’t come back!”
Turning around, my friends screamed, “Why did you throw the gun back to them???” I hadn’t even recognized that I had taken it from him, much less thrown it back at him. My body started to uncontrollably shake, and my friends pulled me the back room to hide my near-catatonic body and call the police.
Fortunately, my future wife had already left my apartment, and I didn’t officially meet her for another two years, in 1994, when she had signed up for my martial art school. She quickly excelled and became a national champion Sambo fighter within a year. Her technique was magical. It was hard for me to not be distracted by the messenger of that movement. We had an unstated magnetism between us. But as a policy I avoided romantic relationships as they’re unfair between “coach” and “athlete.”
So two years after she had begun, she walked into my office departing for university on the opposite side of the country. Slamming her fist on my desk she asked, “So that’s IT? You have nothing to say to me?” I replied that I couldn’t as it would be dishonorable to even utter; I had already felt conflicted about my unvoiced feelings. She turned and stormed out of the school.
For the six years that followed, she didn’t speak to me: angry and hurt that I had withheld my feelings toward her. I regretted my decision month after month. But departing for Russia, I became consumed with my studies there, as she similarly immersed herself at her university. One distant Christmas evening mass, I saw her walking through the pews. She floated by me, not recognizing my long hair and beard, as I had recently returned from the cold, Russian winter.
Instantly standing, I had dashed after her, but she had been nowhere to be found. In the days that followed, I tried to find her, but her rightfully-protective mother had refused to disclose her phone number or email; though I finally convinced her to at least convey mine to her. An email appeared in my inbox, succinctly asking what I had wanted. So, I explained that I had hoped to buy her a ticket to fly back and go out on a date with me. She didn’t answer for a week, but later reluctantly agreed. Sending her the ticket, I received a check in the mail from her parents for the price of the flight which read: “…so our daughter does not feel obligated.”
Our date felt awkward and fumbling, confusing and uncomfortable, and had totally confirmed my suspicion that I had been in love with her for the many years since I had met her. She disclosed that I had hurt her greatly, yet her life was finally where she had wanted it, and that she hadn’t wanted major upheaval again. She flew home, and I hadn’t known if she had ever wanted to see me again. She had given me a letter and had made me promise to not open it until she departed. As the tires lifted off the tarmac, I opened it. In it she told me everything, from the beginning of our story together… And had disclosed her true feelings. She had loved me as well, but feared my tendency to abruptly change when I had felt so inclined. She did not want to be hurt again.
The next week, I packed my car, closed all of my accounts, and found an apartment on her side of the country. (Perhaps validating her concern about my abruptness!) In two and a half days of crazy 15 hour sprints, I had arrived on the West Coast. Rather than drive to my new apartment, I drove straight to her at work. She was shocked: of course if I could do something so rash as to move across the country to date her, couldn’t I then make a reckless decision and abruptly end our blossoming relationship?
Although it appears from the radical nature of my life’s choices that I make decisions in haste, my mother had taught me:
1. When you believe in something, you must be willing to sacrifice everything to pursue it.
2. If it doesn’t work out, trying to force it will bring you great suffering and failure.
3. Knowing the difference between 1 and 2 is the hardest thing in life.
“I always wondered why birds stay in the same place when they could choose to fly anywhere on the Earth, but then I ask myself the same question,”
wrote an unknown author.
The hardships of my early life opened the cage to travel anywhere passion had compelled me. Fortunately, those childhood challenges drove me directly into the arms of my best friend and love of my life. Building trust in a relationship takes time, especially when you’re facing the chaotic events of adolescence and in the unsteady beginning of your career. We both believed in our relationship, and were passionate enough to commit to a life together. Very difficult trials would lie ahead for us individually and as a couple. But like a gemstone is not polished without rubbing, a relationship is not grown without commitment to the other’s individual growth and fulfillment… especially when you could, rather, focus all your efforts to shining.. alone.
A life without her would lack luster, no matter the efforts I had made to polish it. So, I left the cage of my prior security, and adventured out to find her, to earn her trust, and to spend the last of my days together loving her. Birds don’t choose to stay in one place because they’re afraid to fly away. They stay, because they’re home. Wherever my beautiful bride, and the exuberant little cherubs we’ve created together, live… There, I am home.
Often, the most difficult choices are between the sane arguments of our mind and and the crazed intuitions of our heart. As a man of reason, formally schooled in logic and rationality, I’ve come to learn… No matter how much it may seem stressful, choose heart. Your mind will create every convincing excuse for you to not follow your heart, under the illusions of some stress free fantasy, but sometimes, only those crazed foolish dreams are sane.
Fortunately for me, she said, “Yes.”
Very Respectfully, Scott Sonnon
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Thursday, 13 February 2014
A FATHER'S LETTER TO HIS DAUGHTER FROM THE COSMESTIC AISLE
Dear Little One,
As I write this, I’m sitting in the
makeup aisle of our local Target
store. A friend recently texted me
from a different makeup aisle and
told me it felt like one of the most
oppressive places in the world. I
wanted to find out what he meant.
And now that I’m sitting here, I’m
beginning to agree with him.
Words
have power, and the words on
display in this aisle have a deep
power. Words and phrases like:
Affordably gorgeous,
Infallible,
Flawless finish,
Brilliant strength,
Liquid power,
Go nude,
Age-defying,
Instant age rewind,
Choose your dream,
Nearly naked, and
Natural beauty.
When you have a daughter, you start
to realize she’s just as strong as
everyone else in the house — a
force to be reckoned with, a soul on
fire with the same life and gifts and
passions as any man. But sitting in
this store aisle, you also begin to
realize most people won’t see her
that way. They’ll see her as a pretty
face and a body to enjoy. And they’ll
tell her she has to look a certain way
to have any worth or influence.
But words do have power and
maybe, just maybe, the words of a
father can begin to compete with
the words of the world. Maybe a
father’s words can deliver his
daughter through this gauntlet of
institutionalized shame and into a
deep, unshakeable sense of her own
worthiness and beauty.
A father’s words aren’t different
words, but they are words with a
radically different meaning:
Brilliant strength. May your
strength be not in
your fingernails but in your heart.
May you discern in your center who
you are, and then may you fearfully
but tenaciously live it out in the
world.
Choose your dream. But not from a
department store shelf. Find the
still-quiet place within you. A real
dream has been planted there.
Discover what you want to do in the
world. And when you have chosen,
may you faithfully pursue it, with
integrity and with hope.
Naked. The world wants you to take
your clothes off. Please keep them
on. But take your gloves off. Pull no
punches. Say what is in your heart.
Be vulnerable. Embrace risk. Love a
world that barely knows what it
means to love itself. Do so nakedly.
Openly. With abandon.
Infallible. May you be constantly,
infallibly aware that infallibility
doesn’t exist. It’s an illusion created
by people interested in your wallet.
If you choose to seek perfection, may
it be in an infallible grace – for
yourself, and for everyone around
you.
Age-defying. Your skin will wrinkle
and your youth will fade, but your
soul is ageless. It will always know
how to play and how to enjoy and
how to revel in this one-chance life.
May you always defiantly resist the
aging of your spirit.
Flawless finish. Your finish has
nothing to do with how your face
looks today and everything to do
with how your life looks on your last
day. May your years be a preparation
for that day.
May you be aged by
grace, may you grow in wisdom and
may your love become big enough
to embrace all people. May your
flawless finish be a peaceful
embrace of the end and the
unknown that follows, and may it
thus be a gift to everyone who
cherishes you.
Little One, you love everything pink
and frilly and I will surely understand
if someday makeup is important to
you. But I pray three words will
remain more important to you — the
last three words you say every night,
when I ask the question: “Where are
you the most beautiful?” Three
words so bright no concealer can
cover them.
Where are you the most beautiful?
On the inside.
From my heart to yours,
Daddy
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Tuesday, 11 February 2014
8 THINGS THAT HAPPY COUPLES DON'T DO
Sometimes, building a solid healthy
relationship isn’t just about what
partners do, but what they don’t do.
Here are 8 things that you won’t find
in the habits of happy couples.
Discourage each other.
Two people who love and care for
each other would never attempt to
discourage their partner or hold
them back in life. They encourage
and support each other when it
comes to chasing after goals and
dreams.
Holding someone else back while in
a relationship will only lead to
resentment in the long run —
ironically, loosening your grip often
keeps someone closer.
Play mind games.
Even something as simple as “how
long do I wait before I call?” goes out
the window when you’re with the
right person who is mature and
understands you. Call when you
want to call, text when you want to
text. There will be no games or
manipulation when building a solid
foundation for a relationship.
Doubt each Other’s feelings.
In a happy relationship, both
partners know how much they mean
to each other. Open communication
and affection are important to
minimizing insecurities and doubts.
Stop trying.
You know you’ve found a quality
partner when they keep showing
you how much you mean to them…
long after they’ve got you.
Brush issues under the rug.
No relationship is sunshine and
rainbows all the time, but the
challenges you face together are
what make you stronger, both as
individuals and as a couple. No
problem can be extinguished unless
it is faced, and couples who care for
each other will be mature enough to
have mature discussions and reach a
conclusion.
When feelings are hidden, the other
partner won’t know what they need
to do or change in order to keep the
other happy, so nothing will
improve.
Snoop around.
One of the key ingredients to a
happy relationship is trust, and
people who trust each other don’t
invade each others’ privacy by
snooping around. There should be
no need for a password protected
phone or deleting your Facebook
chat history. Trusting couples should
be open books to one another and
will have no use for being sneaky.
Dig up the past.
We all have a past that has shaped us
into who we are today. Some
experiences for better, and others
for worse. Happy, mature couples
understand that about each other
and don’t use each others’ pasts as
ammunition in arguments or to start
issues.
Let things get stale.
Both inside and outside of the
bedroom, it’s important that neither
partner gets bored or feels as
though things are getting stale.
Often times intimacy in the bedroom
is actually built outside of it through
romantic gestures, showing of
appreciation and affection, and
always letting your partner know
how much they mean to you.
Happiness in relationships is built on
communication, trust, loyalty, and
mutual respect. These are some of
the cornerstones of love — without
one, the other cannot exist.
Written by
James Michael Sama
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