Is that your real name?

If you met a girl who introduced herself as "Jing Jing" how would you respond?

Well my reaction was to laugh and ask what the nickname meant.

"That's catchy, but whats your real name?"

She assured me Jing Jing was in fact her true given name.

I found that difficult to believe and somewhat humorous.

My laughter and doubt ended any chances for further conversation.

Yes, she was Asian but come on...Jing Jing??!!

Is that even a real name? Guess I'll never know.

Interpretive Communication

I met another young lady last week. She was attractive and seemingly intelligent based on the initial conversation. A good looking and educated woman: I naturally thought she had potential. So the conversation continued comfortably for a while until we finally met that inevitable first wall of awkward silence. Silence in and of itself is not a bad thing at all, but I have previously pointed out, it conveys different messages to the opposite genders. As a guy, trying to entrance a woman with your witty rap, silence is not your friend. It is never a good thing to give her a break in the conversation in which she can look around the room for other, better prospects as well as allow her a moment to collect her thoughts and formulate an excuse to get away from you. The whole thing really is a game. The confident, persistent guy is actually a performer. He performs a show which accomplishes a combination of entertaining and distracting the girl in an attempt to lead her into a zone of comfort in which she might eventually be able to actually see herself with him. If he can keep her off balance for long enough she will usually consent to sharing her phone number. I know it sounds like I’m explaining the rules of some kind of game, but the truth is that it really is a game. And as odd as this scenario sounds, it really does work. Women are more emotional than logical so they can be won over by the mere passage of time. Investing more time in conversation and greater effort in learning about her will usually pay off. She will depart the encounter with a positive feeling and there is a

chance that it might last until you actually call her, unless you tarry too long in reconnecting. The spell does wear off with time and sincerity seems to erode with delay.

In what I believe must have been an attempt to restart the conversation by impressing me, she bragged that she had just recently earned a certificate in "interpretive communication." A response was expelled from my mouth before my brain was able to review it as I inquired “Why would you need to go to school for that?”

“What do you mean?” she asked with a look of confusion.

“I thought all women were born with that ability.” I said.

“It’s a professional course” she stated bluntly.

“How in the world can that be a course?”

She was not impressed with my sincerity, but it got worse as I

endeavored in my effort to understand her odd course of study.

So I continued: “I’ve never met a woman who didn’t think she

knew what a man’s words ‘meant’ even though her interpretation was often nothing near the originally intended significance of his words.”

For example:

“I need some time alone = I don’t want to be with you.”

“What’ your friends name = I want to make out with your hot friend.”

“I like your haircut = I better say something nice ‘cause it’ll take a long time to grow out.”

“That dress suits you = You look fat because you really are.”

And so on in this ambit.

As you can imagine, this lady did not share the joke and our

encounter quickly fizzled. At least I enjoyed a laugh, but I

wonder whether there is any woman out there who can handle

my wit. I like to laugh a lot, but I don't try to make a joke out of

everything. But, let me warn you, if you claim to be trained in

some form of the psychic art it will probably bring a smile to my

lips and be followed by a slew of questions about the subject,

your education and actual abilities.

So be prepared.

One Bone is Not Like Another

The rib which women took from us was evidently the ‘conniving’ bone. All we were left with was the 'funny' bone and even the name of that one is a horrible joke. It just ain't fair at all!

Single...Not Defective

I am single. I am a bachelor.

I am not lost, broken, helpless or in need of either aid or pity.

Having previously attempted the alternate lifestyles of marriage and committed relationships, I find this present mode to be the one which offers the most comfort and has the greatest appeal. At least for now.

I will not (and frankly cannot) afford to allow any other person to subordinate my goals, plans and dreams. The only way I can remain in complete control (or at least as much as I can muster) is to ensure the position immediately above me remains

vacant.

Men Are all the Same: Good-for-nothing, Conniving Scoundrels!

When will women become as tired from saying it as I am of hearing it? Don’t expect me to defend the lies and crazy antics of all men here. I would never attempt anything as farfetched as that. I know that many men willingly behave as swine and rampantly pursue women wrapped in cloaks of mistruths.

What I wish to address is the fact that so many women repeatedly fall for this scam. One of the first things you must do to overcome a bad habit is to admit that you suffer from it. Many women explain their dismal record by employing the excuse that men are repeatedly tricking them. You can only use that one so many times! You might be tricked once or even twice, but failure to learn a lesson from the experiences can only be blamed on you. By the time a woman develops the man-hating opinion that “men are all the same” she has voluntarily chosen to ignore her own failures and place the entire blame on the entire population of the male subjects in our species. This is not only ridiculous, but adamantly biased.

When a woman declares that “all men are the same” she is speaking only of her own experience (and usually from a culmination of anger and ignorance). This may be based on either a single or multiple encounters. The real root of the problem is that women will repeatedly choose to engage with the same type of man. Additionally she will conduct herself in the same way she has previously behaved. This exercise is futile and will ultimately progress to similar results.

By her choices and her actions she actually creates a similar experience over and over again. If you are repeatedly finding the same problems with different

prospective partners, then you cannot ignore the possibility that the problem may lie with you. This is a harsh reality for many to accept. While it is not necessarily true in all cases, it is imperative to at least consider the possibility so that you should perform a clear and honest evaluation of yourself and the processes you follow. If different men are running away from you then you have to consider that it may be you that is running them away. Just look at me.

My book reveals a lifetime of unsuccessful long-term relationships and in the end I had no choice but to take a long, hard look at myself and accept the probability that I may be the problem. I am not above it all. Heck, I might even have been the one to create it!

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Relationslips: Definitely NOT A Dating Guide

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Most people have a few stories about bad dates and failed relationships, but most people are not stupid enough to publish their experiences for the entire world to read. Here lie the bare revelations of one man’s astounding failures at meeting, dating and developing successful relationships with women. You’ll be entertained and amazed as the author leads you through a lifetime of bad choices and poor luck. Lucky for you Adam has retained his sense of humor and exhibits an extraordinary resolve in his ability to laugh at himself and his own shortcomings.

As the male brain drops and curiosity rises, a boy’s fear of cooties is overpowered by a natural drive to experience and learn. It’s not that girls become any less mysterious and foreboding, but now we just seem to care a little more about exploring those strange creatures and their eccentricities. This is where a life of trouble begins.

“My last boyfriend used to tie me up, gag me and get pretty rough. I left him after six years because I felt he didn’t respect me.” Christina revealed to me on our second date.

Ilene said “I know what you’re thinking.” I only responded “Yeah?” “Yes” she said, “you’re looking at my crutches.”

“I don’t think you mentioned that” I answered.

“Well” she explained “I was afraid it would scare you away if you knew about the amputation.” Emily confided in me “I have to tell you that I am not a real woman…but it’s okay.”

My response was “How the hell can you think something like that would be okay?!”

Her simple explanation was “Well I really do like to wear women’s clothing so it shouldn’t make a difference.”

I prepared a meal of chicken casserole, black beans and rice. Jennifer was impressed with both the aroma filling the house and the pleasant appearance of the food. As my luck would have it she was allergic to corn which I had used in making the casserole.

“You shave your lips?” Nicola asked. “No, not usually, but the razor slipped” was my reply. She pointed out “It must have slipped a lot because you still have stubble covering your face.”

“A little more alcohol and you’ll probably fall off the boat and make a fool of me!” I noticed that Lynn suggested my falling off the boat as more of an inconvenience to her rather than any actual concern for my safety, but considering what I’d already put her I kept my mouth shut.

I picked up a Bible and began reading verses of interest quietly to the person seated next to me. Jasmine jumped up and yelled “Stop whispering things about me!”

“Now that we are dating I expect you to be a real man and start paying some of my bills: Maybe my car payment or the rent” Marie explained to me on our second date.

Yuni read the sign aloud warning that visitors with heart conditions should not board the ride, then confirmed her decision to disregard the precaution by stating “I know my body and I’m going to ride it anyway.”

“I didn’t mean to lead you on by giving you my number” Kassie cautioned me when I called the number she had given me.

"You breathe too much" my loving wife stated.

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Searching for the One

I didn't intend my message to read like a sermon and

I will be the first to tell you that I am not an expert on

the subject. I have spent several years conducting

intensive research, numerous interviews with many

people from a variety of cultural backgrounds and life

experiences, exploring the situations we get

ourselves into and examining the extreme

differences between men and women.

We are very different creatures with varying ideas,

goals and perspectives on most everything. Even

with these vast gaps separating us we feel an urge

for companionship. We all want someone to love but

what gives us greater comfort, what we truly crave, is

the feeling that we are loved. The real desire is to be

on the receiving end of love.

The desire for these feelings can make us sense that

we are incomplete until we by chance find something

that feels like what we have imagined. Unfortunately

we don't really know what we are searching for and

we often allow our dreams to exceed reality.

Relationships are incredibly time intensive and take

a whole lot of work.

Very often we become frustrated by a sense of

imbalance between what we are giving and what we

are receiving. It’s all about perspective and that's not

something I can easily identify or prescribe for

another person as we are all different. What we are

today is a product of our cumulative life experiences.

Here I am preaching again! Sorry, but I'm just trying

to answer your question as clearly as possible.

Actually you touched on an extremely important

issue. If you are looking too hard; trying to make

every contact conform to your dreams and ideals

then you are actually building a wall around your

heart.

You cannot force the feelings of another and you

should not try to force your own feelings. Allow

things to grow with time. Plant the seed, fertilize the

soil and tend the field; yet remain patient. You can

block me and others who you believe may not meet

your immediate need, but every brick you lay to keep

others out will ultimately work to seal you in.

Again, I am not an expert and I am by no means

perfect. I am a real man who has felt love and loss.

I've experienced the quickening of breath as my

female partner comes into sight, felt my day begin

with the smell of her on my pillow; and I have also

suffered the extreme pain of betrayal.

You may find that you are really a whole lot like me:

full of doubt and fear, yet still searching for that

critically important and ultimately elusive missing

piece. The greatest challenge each of us will face is

to remain on track, keeping sight of your dreams,

while never ever allowing them to cast a shadow

across your own self respect.