<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:36:47.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover's Quarrel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4773015752803080318</id><published>2009-11-25T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:21:40.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Sw6M5-w-GYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cW1We2I6gps/s1600/cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408415130247371138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Sw6M5-w-GYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cW1We2I6gps/s320/cooking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can a woman do besides sex to satisfy her man when she cannot cook? Does she fake till she makes it? Buying takeout then throwing away the container in the trash. Who is the reigning queen of the microwave now that I have learned the art of cooking? The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. You want to keep him happy so go to your mother or grandmother and watch them in action in the kitchen. It is the best thing ever. I never dreamed I would love cooking so much. If you refuse the idea altogether then you have to pick up in other areas. You conversation has to be interesting and on point. Make sure you focus on areas his is interested in. Try watching the game with him without asking too many questions. Save them for the commercial. Read up on his favorite sport and favorite sports team. Learn to play games together try different ones such as twister, scrabble, scattergories, and even chess. The bottom line is learn how to cook. Men wants a woman who cooks, clean, and everything. Take a cooking class or take some lessons with grandma to learn how to make lean cuisines. Start with something simple like lasagna or baked ziti. Find out his favorite dish and master it. You may not get it right the first time but he will appreciate your continued effort. Let's face facts eating out gets boring after a while. Once you start cooking you may learn you love it like I did. I take great pride in my work in the kitchen. I call up my mother and grandmother all the time when trying something new. If you are bad with instructions like me sit there in the kitchen buy the ingredients and watch someone else make it so you know for next time. Especially since today is Thanksgiving make it a point to spend sometime in the kitchen and learn a few tricks of the trade. If you are anything like me and love to learn you will enjoy cooking and be so happy you started. I cannot tell you how cute I thought it was when my former boyfriend would come over say babe what did you cook. One day he will love your cooking just as much as he loves you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4773015752803080318?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4773015752803080318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking-queen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4773015752803080318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4773015752803080318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking-queen.html' title='Cooking Queen'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Sw6M5-w-GYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cW1We2I6gps/s72-c/cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6514863618826917192</id><published>2009-11-22T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:03:54.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwoORBJLHeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/55RfA-89sZw/s1600/intheclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407149988139179490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwoORBJLHeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/55RfA-89sZw/s320/intheclub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gentleman's Corner:&lt;/strong&gt; Ladies why do you dress sexy in the club only to come there and stand on the wall? You barely notice the sexy fellas in the room because your nose is up in the air. Fellas you ever been in the club and notice a sexy lady in the club and you ask her to dance and she declines your request. Later you observe her again and she is still standing there grinding on the wall or one of her girls. Even worse some of you come dressed scantily clad and are shocked when a guy comes onto you. You have all your goodies showing leaving nothing to the imagination. You get all up in arms that he made a pass at you. Ladies I am not condoning a man making a sexual advance to you but when you have everything out he is not thinking wow she has a big beautiful....brain. Leave him guessing. Men like a challenge not an easy mark. Both of the situations occur every weekend in the club every weekend. Now I am not guaranteeing you are going to find love in the club but at least go out to have a good time. Ladies men appreciate seeing you all dolled up and want to approach you. Remember men are stimulated visually and in awe of how beautiful you look on any given club night. In their minds they do not see the logic in getting dressed up just to sit alone all night. They feel you might as well have stayed home. Anti-social behavior is not cute in the club. Then some of you have the nerve to be upset that no one approached you. Shutting men down when they approach is a surefire way to get you on the she is dancing alone list for the night. Not to mention the mean scowls you have on your face in the club no one wants to talk to a woman that looks pissed off. He does not want to further piss you off. Keep a smile on your face and an open mind when enter the club. Since one would like to believe you are there to enjoy yourself. Do not distract yourself about sweating out your weave that is what ponytail holders are for. Another issue worth address is the women who come dressed to the club like they are about to perform at another club....the strip club. Now do not get upset I am not telling anyone what to wear in a club. This is after all a free country. You can wear whatever you like. Just keep in mind you will attract a certain type of attention that may be unwanted. He will approach you but his mind will be consume with trying to get you out of the club and into the bed. Some men see the club as a hunting grounds and search for their prey there. Wearing next to nothing is like a deer caught in a hunter's sight. Some women have the audacity to be offended and appalled when a man approaches them with sex on his lips as they speak to them when dressed this way. Keep it grown and sexy force him to look into your eyes when speaking to you do not let your body distract him from seeing the real you. When I go to the club I am looking to meet new people. Although I am a shy girl I am not hesitant to meet a new firnedly face. Now gentleman while I sympathize with you in both of these situations some of you are guilty as charged with coming to a club only to stand around and watching fun happen all around you. In my eyes you could have stayed your ass home. You go to a club to dance and socialize. Let your hair down a little. Wind up your waist and drop it low and get your party on. Good times are ahead of you at the club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6514863618826917192?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6514863618826917192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-in-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6514863618826917192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6514863618826917192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-in-club.html' title='Love in the Club'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwoORBJLHeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/55RfA-89sZw/s72-c/intheclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2374679944786380045</id><published>2009-11-19T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:41:19.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Glass House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwYpv93TNjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hUP-oqOglHY/s1600/lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406054306741958194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwYpv93TNjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hUP-oqOglHY/s320/lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwYpJ1RdPQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V-YHY1O7leo/s1600/phone.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaky Friday: Why can't a hoe be a housewife? Is that a rhetorical question? Many will argue that a hoe can't be a housewife because she would give all the milk to the milkman. They say hoes can`t be trusted now what does that say about the men who creep with them. You have a girlfriend and you creep with a girl on the side. Many will say she is a hoe for creeping with someone else's man. You creep with her on a regular basis. Are you a hoe too? Won't you walk a mile in her stilettos before you kick her back in. Sounds like the man in the situation is throwing stones at a glass house. Don't hoes need love too. Too my of us are living in the past. Judge lest ye be judged. It is humorous to see how much shit you talk about the next person. If they ain't talking about you then you ain't that interesting. Mind your damn business and let that hoe take that stroll. May it lead her to happiness. Ever stop to wonder where her promiscuity stems from? Of course not you just thought she popped out the womb sleeping around. But as the saying goes men love sluts just not as girlfriends or wives. Which hoe is worst the one on the corner or the one in your bed? It goes back to the double standard about how men and women truly are not equal. Women face facts we cannot do what men can do unless we want to endure some serious scrutiny. I am not condoning promiscuity I do not want my sisters out here laying around with every man she encounters. I want her to realize she has worth and value herself. Fulfilling a fantasy is cool but being everyone's Girl Six is not cool. Monogamy is communicable please hurry up and catch it. Ladies we cannot sleep around because we are shunned for that. You are equal to a streetwalker and you need to find a pimp unless your a renegade. Ladies we have to lead by example for our sisters and daughters. We don't want them selling themselves short feeding into hoe quotes. If you use what got to get what you want then you don't have much to offer. Let that be the former you. Everyone has to have a period of metamorphisis. Stop looking back press on forward. Undoubtedly, there will be those who will come back to haunt you. Simply put everything you do in the dark always comes out in the light. Forgive yourself and the rest will follow. Men I understand that you don't want to be with a woman who has a reputation that proceeds her. But think about this what if you knew nothing of her past fell in love with her and got to know the beauty she truly is. Then you later find out she has a less than stellar past life do you love her anyway? Can a bad girl be reformed? She forgave herself why can't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2374679944786380045?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2374679944786380045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-glass-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2374679944786380045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2374679944786380045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-glass-house.html' title='Living in a Glass House'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwYpv93TNjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hUP-oqOglHY/s72-c/lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7590431252427050992</id><published>2009-11-19T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:30:48.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwWAuoTPz9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6bYViryhNrI/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405868466308632530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwWAuoTPz9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6bYViryhNrI/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever lost a love because you were stuck in the past? Never dwell on something old, when you have something new. In life we tend to allow the ghosts of love past haunt our present day and even work its way into our future. We get so caught up in what could have been we miss out on how things should be. I had an eye-opening encounter this morning and would like you to learn the lesson without the kick in the ass. There was this sexy guy who worked in my office building who approached me a while back. He was very nice looking had an easy-going manner about him very down to earth. I gave him my number and we would periodically speak on the phone. I would make sporadic phone calls to him. We hung out two times and that was it. At the time I was seeing this other guy I had been dating off and on. He would pick me up from work and come to my house all the time. Unbeknownst to me the new guy saw all this since he lived near me and worked in the same building. I would tell him when he asked me if I was seeing anyone no and that I was just dating. I never gave it a second thought. Needless to say I let the new guy go because I was so fixated on the current guy. He would not commit to me he kept saying if only I would change. It took too many years and tears for me to get that shit through my head. It was not until recently I got the case of the fuck-its and let him go. Yet I cannot help but wonder on what could have been as I talked to the new guy it was apparent he wanted nothing to do with me. My ego got knocked unconscious. When it came to we both realized what a mistake we made. Never make the same mistake twice. Never allow emotion mind to drive your heart. If you allow your emotions to fuel your decisions you will be walking on shaky ground. The rational and emotional must fuse together to create wise mind. You need them both to think clearlyand logically. Matters of the heart often defy logic. Sometimes you have to think like a guy to get one. Men tend to look at things from a black and white view it is either all or nothing therefore diminishing any grey area. If a guy was in my situation he probably would have cut the old girl off and move on. When a situation isn’t working for you change your environment. Never allow your past to dictate your future. People come into your life for a reason, season, or a lifetime. Acknowledge their place in your life and move on. We need to possess the power of letting go. Do not try to make someone stay that is meant to go. As T.D. Jakes says, “When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never to be tied to anyone that left.” Stop trying to raise the dead. Know when it is over. Ever noticed when everyone around you it telling you to let something go and you are holding on you are often barely hanging on. You lose your grip instead of letting it go you chase after the rope that will inevitably be used to hang yourself. If people are not joined to you know that you cannot make them stay. That was my problem and now that I have cut myself down from the rope my eyes are open. You cannot view the world with rose-colored glasses. You will trip and fall over your own feet. Stop begging people to stay. LET THEM GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7590431252427050992?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7590431252427050992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/glory-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7590431252427050992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7590431252427050992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/glory-days.html' title='Glory Days'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwWAuoTPz9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6bYViryhNrI/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-3882885762054441606</id><published>2009-11-16T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:11:55.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwIwYV370jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tr7w9N2E2sM/s1600/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404935697544761906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwIwYV370jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tr7w9N2E2sM/s320/happiness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are you single? Welcome to the start of my new single series. This will be an introspection into the depth of why we are single? I will pose various questions in which I welcome candid responses. I will be frank with you as well. This open dialogue shall be a learning experience for the both us. Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single Series:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever regretted not pursuing someone? Ever think you let your soulmate slip away? Sometimes you meet people at a point in your life when it seems like the wrong time. You meet a girl she seems so right for you. You two date for a few years and you feel like you want to pop the question. Then, you all break up before you can propose. Later she marries someone else. Looking back over the relationship you wonder how did things come to such a screeching halt. Could it be you got scared? Scared of happiness you let her slip away out of fear. Fear of the unknown that love brings. Live for love not regrets. We need to be kind to love don't turn it away. There was a gentleman I met years ago who treated me with the utmost respect. Our chemistry was undeniable. We would take long walks together and just talk for ours. We even stayed in a hotel room together and just cuddled till we fell asleep. He was such a gentleman he didn't even try anything he really just wanted to hold me. I was so young and I could not make any sense as to why this guy was so smitten by me. At that point I had been badly burned by my first love and I still hadn't gotten over my pain. I could not open up to this new guy because I was stuck in my last relationship. I felt less of a woman at the time and I could not completely open up to another man. So as the story goes I let him slip away and I have never gotten over him. It took me years to work up the courage to find him again. There are not too many days that go by I look at his picture and regret not opening my heart to him. I wish I had another shot at love. Everytime I think I am close I get knocked down time and time again. I am ready to gracefully bow out. Seize the moment. Love is joyous not scary. It is better to have loved and lost, rather than to never have loved at all. It gets under my skin to hear people had a chance at love and walked away for silly reasons. So many women/men I know have had people in their lives that wanted to give them the world yet they walked away. Now they ponder on whether or not it was a good choice. Stop denying the obvious. Chemistry is like a moth to a flame. You cannot pull away from an obvious magnetism. It pulls you in yet you fight it to free you. Love would never hold you hostage it just wants to hold you. Love and misery make strange bedfellows. You cannot draw a picture of love because you do not know what shape it is coming in. I am tired of denying myself the opportunity to love again. My first love devastated me and my second love drove me to my breaking point. But i didn't break maybe I am a feen looking for that euphoric feeling love brings. It is like a Lauryn Hill song nothing even matters to me. We have definitely been mis-educated on how it is to love. So many people who have been the examples of love have settled. You will often here them speak of love lost. They mourned there pain by foolishly rushing into love with someone else. It is as if they treasure fool's gold when the real thing is within their reach. Grasp it your deserve to be happy. A lot of people say the movies create this hype around what love really is. Aren't these people forgetting that art imitates life? Nothing is impossible. Love is a reachable star that outshines all others. You ever notice that happy glow you see when two people are in love. It is fine like wine and gets better with time. If you have a chance at love chase it like a dream. Let love drive you down the path of happiness. Would you let a dream be deferred? Do not let love whittle away like the petals of a dying rose. Let your tears of joy nourish it and allow it to blossom into a beautiful bouquet of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-3882885762054441606?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/3882885762054441606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/pursuit-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3882885762054441606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3882885762054441606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwIwYV370jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tr7w9N2E2sM/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6062179327788916938</id><published>2009-11-15T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:47:08.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Guys Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwBMkHcfE3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jrnIwmxn7DE/s1600-h/morris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404403736202122098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwBMkHcfE3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jrnIwmxn7DE/s320/morris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do good guys go bad? Ladies have been pondering this one for years. Hopefully today's post will shed some light on this mystery. Nice guys have grown tired of being overlooked. They have felt like they are walking mats we step all over on both sides. Good brothers are not a hot commodity although they should be. For too long we have mistaken their kindness for a weakness. We find their kindness to be emasculating, players are the alpha male. I cannot get that charm school episode out of my head with Tariq Nasheed where the women overlooked the Renaissance man who encompassed the qualities in a man that so many women say they want. We do not know what we want because we are dangerously in love with assholes. Ironically, enough when good guys go bad we always say he used to be so sweet. But that is when we play him for a sucker. Karma is definitely a bitch. The dynamics of the relationship have been broken down once again by society it dates back to slavery. The good slave was rewarded with vicious, torturous, gifts. He was beaten down in front of his family. This big, strong man whittled away in front the eyes of his wife and children. If he could not protect them who could. This changed the view of the man in his woman's eyes. Nice guys are simply put not respected for the kings they truly are. Think about it you have an example of a gentleman in Ne-Yo yet here we are questioning his sexuality. Learn to appreciate such intuitiveness. Ladies we need to have some accountability in the destruction of the nice guy. We are culpable for his demise. He is suffocating slowly and revival attempts are futile. Death will become him if we do not caress his aching heart. His blood will be on our hands. We make all these justifications, excuses rather for not accepting the good brother. Somehow he is not on our level yet we will meet a bad brother and try to mold him into a good brother. What part of the game is that? I am confused by even writing that. You cannot change a man. There it is I said it. Stop trying so damn hard. Accept what you deserve a good man. We get too consume by what he drives, how much he makes, and how good he looks. Look at the bigger picture concern yourself with whether or not he respects you enough to love and care for you and only you and not a bevy of other ladies. He loves you enough to have one leading lady on the pedestal. Aren't you tired of sharing the spotlight? Shit is so messed up you know everything your getting with the bad brother and still love him unconditionally. You take that same knowledge with a good brother and those very things will render him unlovable. Stop dating these men that don't want you. Or even better who only want a part of you. Stop being flattered when a guy tells you he wants to sleep with you. That is not flattering. Cut that shit out. Use your wise mind ladies stop going off your damn emotions. Listen I am talking to you as much as I am talking to me. I have a few good men in my life and I refuse to date them. I like you have been dating men that are emotionally unavailable to me trying to change them. I need like you to change my thought process. Collectively, we must rally for the elite group of good brother left. They should not be walking around here aimlessly. But before you can join this elite group you must be elite yourself. If you are a good woman that deserves a good man at accordingly. Ladies good men are a dying breed and it is our job to save them. Do not let them resurrect among the unsavory characters that bad men are. They are getting tired and fed up. Like a woman, once they are fed up there is nothing you can do about it. Falling out of love and it's too late to talk about it. Cherish the good guy in your life before you lose him. Once he is gone you will have to live with the fact you did him wrong forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6062179327788916938?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6062179327788916938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-guys-gone-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6062179327788916938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6062179327788916938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-guys-gone-bad.html' title='Good Guys Gone Bad'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SwBMkHcfE3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jrnIwmxn7DE/s72-c/morris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2748518374822503738</id><published>2009-11-13T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:09:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guys Finish Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Sv15ehtZi0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/EGdZMeZ217w/s1600-h/gentleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403608693266287426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Sv15ehtZi0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/EGdZMeZ217w/s320/gentleman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Via Facebook Kourtney Spear asked: Why are good guys overlooked?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Kourtney it is the year of the gentleman but the players are getting all the love. That just doesn't seem fair. Ladies wake up there are nice guys surrounding you. Why do we waste time on these men that are emotionally unavailable to us? Here's the scenario, you go out with this guy and he is a perfect gentleman he follows all the rules of chilvary. At the end of the night he is excited that he got a kiss and is content with just that. He did not try to make a move all night and now you are questioning his sexuality. What type of shit is that? Since he did not make a move on you in your warped sense of self he must be gay. You should be flattered he is into traditional courting of a lady. You command respect yet you push it away when it is given without a fight. Love is not about fighting despite what you heard. Love is as natural as a warm summer's breeze. See we have this thing where we proclaim we want a challenge. We are turned on by a man we have to fight to be with us. It is so obvious he doesn't want you but you still fight for him anyway. I am stressing this issue because I do the same thing. I have the potential to be happy but I say I am confused. I do not want a nice guy if you look at my actions and neither do you. Guys plain and simple we don't want you. We don't want you because it is too simple, too easy, and we are not used to that. You don't make us prove we are worthy of your love. You give it too us as freely as God gives us life. We don't think we deserve happiness. We deserve to be shut out and not supported by our man. Hell we will even do the unthinkable settle. So what he does want to be married we will be content just having him lay next to us for years to come. We want a man in any form and fashion even if he is only ours for a moment. Someone said to me why won't you let me love you? I didn't have an answer for him. I could not give a plausible reason why I should not honor his request. So I say it now for all of us I am sorry. Sorry nice guys for treating you like trash instead like the royalty you are. Sorry for putting peasants on the pedestal and carrying them past you. Sorry for questioning your loyalty and respect. But most of all I am sorry for not loving myself enough to see that I do deserve to be loved by a man other than God. Nice guys wouldn't finish last if ladies just put themselves first. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2748518374822503738?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2748518374822503738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-guys-finish-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2748518374822503738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2748518374822503738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='Nice Guys Finish Last'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Sv15ehtZi0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/EGdZMeZ217w/s72-c/gentleman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-3125451553378818562</id><published>2009-11-12T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:50:01.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule of Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvzxLaiPvjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/baykck02tIU/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403458831341567538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvzxLaiPvjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/baykck02tIU/s320/three.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaky Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Would you ever lie to your current partner about how many people you have had sex with in the past? Why do poeple always say keep it real? When really they cannot handle reality? So you and your guy are having date night you are watching a movie he stops the movie and ask you how many people you have been with. He intrudes your thoughts of having sex with him that night with this nonsense. You tell him that you are not going to answer that question. He gets offended and you let him know that no matter the number he is going to be disappointed. That is when he says that more than likely whatever number you give him he will multiply by three. Because that is the rule of three. But he neglects to tell you that with guys you should subtract three from the number he gives you. In other words women downplay the number and guys overcompensate their number. Truth be told ladies we are basically caught in a Catch 22 on this one. No matter what we say they already think it is all bullshit. How fair is that? A guy himself told me he would never ask that question and will never answer that question. Now if I had said that a man would have looked at me like I had five heads with horns growing out of them. As long as your health records check out and the bill is clean what is the problem. Do you really want to know how many times your mate has gotten it in with someone other than you? What are you going to do walk up to them and shake their hand? I watched this show on time about hookers and there was this guy on there who wanted to know how many men the hooker had been with that night. Now that was strange. The truth is stranger than fiction. I just feel that question is a loaded one and I am not a fan of Russian Roulette. It just pisses me off how women are held to a higher standard than men. Separate but not equal. Every since Eve gave Adam the apple it has been hell to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-3125451553378818562?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/3125451553378818562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/rule-of-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3125451553378818562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3125451553378818562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/rule-of-three.html' title='Rule of Three'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvzxLaiPvjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/baykck02tIU/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-5845210989896369844</id><published>2009-11-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:17:13.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled Web of Weave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Svt5UAcDe5I/AAAAAAAAADs/SXKpRuRT-nM/s1600-h/lace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403045562583055250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Svt5UAcDe5I/AAAAAAAAADs/SXKpRuRT-nM/s320/lace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you in regards to your hair (weave, tracks, braids, new style) while in the act of sex? First of all we know the rule is to never touch a black woman's hair especially not during sex. My boyfriend and I were hanging out at his house one night. Everything was cool it was my turn at the wheel so I am doing my thing leaned all the way back and just got into it when all of a sudden I leaned up to open my eyes to see his reaction. I had to make sure he liked the way I drove if you know what I mean. Well I looked at him and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. I stopped and was like what is wrong he was stuttering he said your hair is gone. I touched ontop of my head and sure enough my wig had fallen off. Chile, my hair was braided in a bee hive and a sister had a serious case of new growth. After the initial shock wore off I laughed so hard I cried. The tears fell like someone had forgot to turn off the faucet. As I write this I am cracking up. Hey I am not afraid to poke fun at myself. Ladies we always want our weave to stay intact especially during the heat of the moment. You know the routine make sure the nails hands and feet are done and the weave is tight. You want to maintain your sexy even in battle. So you all can imagine how embarassed I was but thank goodness he didn't blackball me. Time was definitely on my side. On a serious note ladies we don't need the weave to be sexy a man would love to just play in our hair without worrying about tracks being in his hands. He just wants to run his fingers through your hair. We all say we want a man to wash our hair and grease our scalp how can he if it is crowded with glue or thread. Believe it or not natural is far more beautiful than we think. Imagine how wonderful it feels to pull your hair in a ponytail and have your man still call you sexy. I have to admit for a while I was hooked on weave and felt like I needed it to make me feel beautiful. But there is something refreshing about being free of weave and wigs. I love playing with my soft, pretty, tendrils. I love my curly hair. So rock that thing natural and tell him to shut up while you drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-5845210989896369844?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/5845210989896369844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/tangled-web-of-weave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/5845210989896369844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/5845210989896369844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/tangled-web-of-weave.html' title='Tangled Web of Weave'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Svt5UAcDe5I/AAAAAAAAADs/SXKpRuRT-nM/s72-c/lace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4958572514592641764</id><published>2009-11-10T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:13:10.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvoWcof4dZI/AAAAAAAAADk/49vDyKrX0Fs/s1600-h/burlesque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402655384147621266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvoWcof4dZI/AAAAAAAAADk/49vDyKrX0Fs/s320/burlesque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvoSdTJX8iI/AAAAAAAAADc/42-cScc-ugU/s1600-h/lap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes:&lt;/strong&gt; Which lap dance is worst in the strip club or the nightclub? Let me play devil's advocate. In the defense of the men dances at a strip club are censored and tastefully done there is a strict hands off policy. The men can be touched but they are not allowed to touch the women. Now in a nightclub it is a free for all even football has less contact than dancing at a nightclub. It is if it they are having sex on the dance floor. They might as well bring a condom to the club. Lap dances in the strip club is known as contact dancing in which the patron is seated and the dancer barely sits on the patron's lap. While titillating and tantalizing it is still tasteful. Let him go to the strip club and pay a stripper to tease the hell out of him and send him home ready for you. Shit next time send her a damn tip. In a nightclub there are loose women and free alcohol a recipe for disaster. Yes free drinks because your man is paying for what she is sipping on. No telling who he is going home with or if he is coming home at all. He winds up sleeping with a woman he barely even knows. He'll never tell. Either way you slice it is still bad. No woman wants another woman dancing suggestively on her man. Take a pole dancing class and turn up the heat. Show him how you really work the pole and try some of your best moves on him. Throw your sexy outfit on with a sexy garter and tell him to make it rain. Let that money fall as you are sliding upside down from the pole. Give him something he doesn't have to leave home to find. Don't be afraid to be a kinky girl. Trust me he will love it. They have the poles that you can hook up to the ceiling in your bedroom. Give him a nice striptease on one long and rainy night. Show him who really invented sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4958572514592641764?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4958572514592641764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4958572514592641764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4958572514592641764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-dancing.html' title='Dirty Dancing'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvoWcof4dZI/AAAAAAAAADk/49vDyKrX0Fs/s72-c/burlesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-613343792882584806</id><published>2009-11-09T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:56:08.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife vs. Wifey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvlUw5UZSyI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ut5ExojbA6w/s1600-h/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402442427004439330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvlUw5UZSyI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ut5ExojbA6w/s320/two.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Svi4pA_DnEI/AAAAAAAAADM/VYAeTPVM_kA/s1600-h/gabrielle-union-sanaa-lathan-arrives-at-the-victorias-secret-show-after-party-at-liv-at-fontainebleau.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In light of many women getting married, divorced, and emotionally scarred in the process, women would you rather be Wife or Wifey? He cares for you and is there for you always. You talk about everything he shares his hopes and dreams with you. You are always eager to hear what he has to say and he appreciates that. The two of you seem like a good fit but you all have been with each other for years. You have never been in a relationship with him. He is always in one but just not with you. Sound familiar if it is then you are probably wifey. You get all the benefits without the ring. Let me break down the difference between the wife vs. the wifey. Let's start with wifey since she has been there the longest. You have a lot of respect for her she knows about your other conquests but does not care. Or at least it appears she does not care. She almost encompasses everything you want in a woman yet you do not want to marry her. Somewhere she falls short on your list of credentials. But she worth keeping at least until you meet your wife. Your wife is everything you want in a woman and more. She knows your family and friends and you have their blessing. She does not have to compete with other women because she is the only one. Some women would rather be wifey because so many men cheat and the ring is not that important to them. Yet some women feel it is what the ring symbolizes. Unity is what they want. They are tired of wandering around aimlessly without their soulmate. It is so difficult when you are with someone for years only to see them go off and be with someone else. Knowing that you sat there and were supportive of them and their aspirations motivated them when all hope seemed lost. It is like building a house and having someone else move in. It cuts so deep the bleeding never seems to stop. I would want to be the wife. Almost doesn't count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-613343792882584806?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/613343792882584806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/wife-vs-wifey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/613343792882584806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/613343792882584806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/wife-vs-wifey.html' title='Wife vs. Wifey'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvlUw5UZSyI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ut5ExojbA6w/s72-c/two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-581800523950452054</id><published>2009-11-09T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:18:40.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Root of all Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Svh4xjW7qaI/AAAAAAAAADE/RGtO6wA7gbY/s1600-h/money2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402200545731258786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Svh4xjW7qaI/AAAAAAAAADE/RGtO6wA7gbY/s320/money2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gentleman's Corner:&lt;/strong&gt; Men if you're in a relationship and your woman makes MORE money than you, does that affect the dynamics of the relationship? One night your girl makes dinner and afterwards you are sitting in her bedroom and you notice her paystub is lying on the nightstand. Temptation gets the best of you and you glance over it and it reveals that her paycheck is bigger than yours. Does this bring a negative affect on your relationship? Does such a fact conjure up negative feelings of jealousy, anger, and resentment? Or does cooler heads prevail and you see that this doesn't even factor into how you feel toward your lady at all? I was in a relationship where I brought home more bacon than him. He actually confronted me about it and was in shock. Initially, it took him a while to adjust to the fact I made more. It pissed me of that he had such a strong reaction to me it did not matter I loved him the same regardless of who take home pay was more. I did not see it as if he was some how less valuable to me. His ego got in the way a lot it was like a strange love triangle. His ego and I did battle for a while until he finally saw that me making more money should not change the dynamic of our relationship. Sometimes a man ego cannot handle a woman in a position of power so to speak. It takes a certain kind of man to handle such a thing and be ok with it. Men please do not feel threatened if the leading lady in your life is ahead of you in the income bracket. Money does not and should not determine how your relationship should go. Do not allow your ego to stand in the way of love. In situations like mine the man feels a sense of a loss of control in the relationship. He feels that there should be a certain balance and when the woman makes more it tips the scale in her favor. He holds contempt for her and resents the fact her money stands higher. He may think she feels a sense of entitlement and may even feel she thinks she is better than him. Should a woman making more money be a dominating factor in a relationship? Does this change the balance of the relationship? Can you all still be on the same level despite the fact she makes more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-581800523950452054?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/581800523950452054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/root-of-all-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/581800523950452054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/581800523950452054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/root-of-all-evil.html' title='The Root of all Evil'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Svh4xjW7qaI/AAAAAAAAADE/RGtO6wA7gbY/s72-c/money2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2595894315087859200</id><published>2009-11-07T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:36:34.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychic Tendencies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvYG4b_SclI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hLBBoduW0F0/s1600-h/nighclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401512369733136978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvYG4b_SclI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hLBBoduW0F0/s320/nighclub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ladies what are 3 non-verbal signs you give a man to show him you are interested? Or signs you do not want to be bothered? I am a shy girl so non-verbal signs are an amazing way to communicate with people. I surveyed a few ladies both married and single. When a woman is interested in you she will make eye contact. She will keep an unwavering gaze on you. It will seems as if there are only two people on earth, you and her. Nothing else will even matter. If she is interested she will smile at you and not just because you are telling a funny joke. Talking to you makes her happy. She smiles often to let you know that. If you are also interested smile back. She leans toward you while talking. You have the green light. Take it before you see the signs she is not interested. Honestly, I was avoiding this fork in the road but I guess I will have to yank it out anyway. Guys after reading this take it at face value she just not that into you if: does not look you in the eye and turns her back to you when you are talking to her, runs and hide to avoid contact with you, and most importantly if you ask her out and she turns you down it is a wrap. She is not playing hard to get she just wants you to get a clue she is simply not interested. Men we hate it when you get all delusional and think we are playing a cat and mouse game. Please do not go into stalker mode. I had a situation like this I was not interested in someone and they were determined to convince me otherwise. I displayed all these signs and to this day he still thinks I am just confused about what I really want. Stop laughing ladies and gentleman his antics are annoying. Now ladies while you are laughing please keep in mind these rules both interested and uninterested can apply to men as well. Listen to a person non-verbal clues they will give you insight into what they really want or do not want from you. Don't make them say it out loud. Your ego will be stinging for days for the bitch verbal slap they give you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2595894315087859200?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2595894315087859200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/psychic-tendencies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2595894315087859200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2595894315087859200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/psychic-tendencies.html' title='Psychic Tendencies'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvYG4b_SclI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hLBBoduW0F0/s72-c/nighclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6615440218221750200</id><published>2009-11-07T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:07:48.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breach of Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvWKNOD9-EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L2OUjKhJ9jM/s1600-h/angry+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401375287818451010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvWKNOD9-EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L2OUjKhJ9jM/s320/angry+woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvWIuQjN1PI/AAAAAAAAACs/fkDau7LaP7c/s1600-h/cellphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had your mate go through your cell phone? What did you do? What would you do? Actually I have had someone do this to me and I was pissed. It was a nice weekend and I rarely spend weekends away from home but I decided to this one particular weekend. My date and I enjoyed a nice relaxing weekend. At one point in the evening I charged up my cell phone and left the room I came back next thing I know he is pissed and leaves the room. I wait for him to come back in and ask him what is wrong. He has my cellphone in his hand and is ranting and raving about myspace messages, text messages, just ranting. I am furious how dare he go through my phone. The thought never even crossed my mind to go through someone's phone even if it was left right in front of me. I just do not think things like that are cool. Seek and ye shall find. While I had nothing to hide he knew I was seeing other people we were just dating. He still felt the need to confront me anyway. He was dead wrong and I did not want to hear any of his banter. While I understand that trust is earned I also realize that you have to give it get it. How can I trust a man who will go through my phone? These are signs of distrust, jealous, possessive behaviors which are qualities I detest in a man. The foundation we are trying to build for a relationship has now been weakened due to your insecurities. Weak foundations make for weak relationships. You should be able to allow your phone to sit freely without worry. You should not have to place a lock on your phone. Bottom line my phone is my business unless you are my man then you won't have to ask because you will already know who is calling me. This is an unforgivable violation of privacy. We all want a level or respect and trust from our mate. Stop going through your mate's cellphone. If you don't trust them then leave them alone. A relationship with broken trust is destined for disaster. Funny thing is even when you have someone that has gone through your cellphone they still want to be with you and even apologize for their immature actions. Yet you are still under their scope of suspicion if you should decided to stay with them. The bigger question is why would you want with someone you do not trust. Especially if you have found evidence that further prove your suspicions. You will just keep digging more dirt with a ditch that will later bury you. If you think the world is cheating you then you are right. You are missing out of the beauty of trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6615440218221750200?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6615440218221750200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/breach-of-security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6615440218221750200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6615440218221750200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/breach-of-security.html' title='Breach of Security'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvWKNOD9-EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L2OUjKhJ9jM/s72-c/angry+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7758292902025101717</id><published>2009-11-05T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:01:44.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvOql6DW5ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tFLgBAmZnU/s1600-h/unhappy-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847946362578322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvOql6DW5ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tFLgBAmZnU/s320/unhappy-woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaky Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; What is the wildest act your cheating mate performed to prove his/her undying love for you? Can a relationship survive infidelity? After a partner cheats, can the love survive the broken bond between the two of you? You are with your man and you have had found out he cheated on you. You are hurt as well overwhelmed by the pain heartbreak brings. Questions burst out of you like a damn that has reached it's breaking point. Naively you question the fact wondering if you were good enough for him instead of understanding the fact he just proved himself unworthy by committing this heinous act. How do you move past this? With the feelings that seem to envelope your heart and seal it shut can your love for him remain the same? As your heart began to harden and trust goes out the window can forgiveness be found before your heart is immersed in concrete. Anger about the fact often breeds insecurity. I had a former love cheat on me and I thought I could forgive him. I tried to look at the act as water flowing under a newly built bridge. Yet thoughts of her and him raced through my mind everyday. It got to a point where I was so riddled with hate and contempt for the both of them I went to her job to confront her. I had no idea what I was going to say because in all actuality I did not want to say anything. All I knew was I was hurting and I want someone else to feel my pain preferably someone who inflicted it upon me. I got there and her and I were face to face and she could not even look at me. I want to say so much but the words could not form at my speechless lips. There she was the woman who for so long had no face merely she was simply a name which ignited anger in me. What did she have that I did not? Why wasn't I enough for him? As I write this I want to let you know that it took me years to move past what happened. For a long time I would see her and just wanted her to look me in the eyes and explain how she could sleep with the man she knew was mine. I wanted to know why she thought her needs were more important than mine? Why did he care for he more than me? I will be honest it took a lot of years and tears for me to move past what happened between them. Seeing them together after our breakup stung deep like a knife wound to my heart. Forgiveness was a hard lesson to learn. I had to accept that there was nothing I could have done to prevent him from cheating.  Also, I had to accept that I am worthy of unconditional, pure love. I forgave him because my heart was hemorrhaging from all the hurt his selfishness caused. I tried to hold onto to the good our relationship had produced.  The truth was our time had passed and we were holding onto a memory that had since faded. You can forgive but you can never forget. Even when I write this piece the pain I felt the day I found out he was cheating still seems so raw as if it happened yesterday. That is why although I have forgiven him I have decided that I cannot allow him back into my heart. No amount of tears or kisses can make his indiscretion dissipate from my memory. As much as I want what we once had I have to be realistic and keep things in perspective for me. For me this act what far too great and cost me way too much. I refuse to let my guard down again for him. Cheating makes trust a hard thing to give to someone. You cannot blame every man for the foolishness of one.  To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7758292902025101717?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7758292902025101717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7758292902025101717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7758292902025101717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-forgiveness.html' title='Finding Forgiveness'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvOql6DW5ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tFLgBAmZnU/s72-c/unhappy-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-1396238530930078991</id><published>2009-11-04T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:28:31.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting with Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvI0SZZE3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/kRDIK0cCndY/s1600-h/twitpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400436393828998498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvI0SZZE3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/kRDIK0cCndY/s320/twitpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you really want to know if your girl is cheating on you? You say you want to know but do you really? Can you handle it? If honesty is the best policy how would you handle hearing that your lady is cheating on you? You are busy with your career and you have been neglecting your girl lately. She has expressed that she understands you are busy but she just wants a little of your time and attention. You keep meaning to but you have been putting it off for quiet some time. After a while she stops asking for your time and begins busying herself with something new. You are relieved because she is no longer so insistent about sharing your time. Subtle clues began to surface that something is not right. Her phone never rings, she takes calls in the other room, and she keeps her phone close to her  even taking it into the bathroom while taking her shower. Your curiosity is sparked because she always used to leave her phone lying around paying attention to you not so much it. You suspect she is cheating but you only have circumstantial evidence the case would get thrown out on its ass in court. In your mind you are battling between emotional and rational mind. Your rational mind is winning the battle yet your emotions are fueling the war. You would like to sit down and talk to her to get a better understanding of what is going on. So you confront her and surprisingly she admits that she has been seeing someone else. Guilt consumes her and tears of remorse began cascading down her face. She drops to her knees and begs for your forgiveness. You can visibly see this is tearing her apart. Do you forgive her? Ladies as well all know men are less likely to forgive women of infidelity than a woman is to forgive a man. In our minds we want to understand so we are fixated in emotional mind. In his mind, rationale tells him there is no excuse for cheating under any circumstance. You should have remained faithful regardless. In the grand scheme of things cheating is not worth the consequences you must endure for committing such a heinous act. Recently, I watched an episode of Maury where this woman confessed to cheating on her man and he was so devastated had it not been for the cameras I think it would have gotten physical. She allowed an intruder to invade her mind, body, and soul and it would forever be etched in his memory. Love is strong but the intensity of infidelity can often sever it's ties. The cost is too great. True love is priceless. Why would you sell out to the highest bidder and auction off the greatest gift of all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-1396238530930078991?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/1396238530930078991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/flirting-with-misery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1396238530930078991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1396238530930078991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/flirting-with-misery.html' title='Flirting with Misery'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvI0SZZE3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/kRDIK0cCndY/s72-c/twitpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4482557004329305265</id><published>2009-11-03T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:52:34.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvDN7elF5fI/AAAAAAAAACU/evATthtWhy0/s1600-h/passionate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400042374921840114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvDN7elF5fI/AAAAAAAAACU/evATthtWhy0/s320/passionate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvDA1l-sygI/AAAAAAAAACM/IUGZNzdJ65M/s1600-h/th_BlackLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes:&lt;/strong&gt; Who cheats more men or women? Before you answer that which one can you prove beyond a reasonable doubt? I guess if I ask that then I have to say who is the better liar and we all know the answer to that one. Keep it simple stupid. Guys you cannot keep your lies straight...ever. You wind up telling on yourself without even knowing it. Cheating is never the answer but it is a solution at least a temporary one. You are in love with your man and you think the world of him. Your sex life is lackluster at best and you try to implement new ideas but your man is not hearing any of it. You have exhausted all your efforts you have even got a B.O.B. In layman's terms a battery operated boyfriend he finds this to be intimidating as well. You grow tired of the mundane sex life and need some excitement in your life. You and B.O.B. are more intimate than you and your man. At your wits end you struggle with what to do. Needless to say you get swept into the arms of another man. He satisfies you beyond your wildest fantasises! Tears fall like rain pounding against your window pane. Proceed with caution this posting is in no way condoning cheating. Simply this is a means of explaining the reason for the behavior. This example does not reflect that cheating is purely sexual sometimes it gets deeper than that. I highly recommend ending the current before you move into the future. In my own experience cheating is like putting a band aid on a wound that needs stitches. If you have exhausted all your efforts push through that frustration and realize all good things come to an end. Yes I am admitting I have cheated in the past and I regretted it. That type of dysfunctional behavior does more harm than good to a relationship. The cheater's mind becomes paranoid and accusatory toward their partner. Guilt-ridden the cheater tries to rationalize his/her behavior while closely monitoring their mates. Covering their tracks pushing them to the brink of insanity. The lies grow while the memory slows. Is cheating ever worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4482557004329305265?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4482557004329305265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheating-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4482557004329305265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4482557004329305265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheating-heart.html' title='Cheating Heart'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SvDN7elF5fI/AAAAAAAAACU/evATthtWhy0/s72-c/passionate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4427572470687237088</id><published>2009-11-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:46:33.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering the Concubine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Su-TIQpdmZI/AAAAAAAAACE/yWel-UoimXc/s1600-h/realcheater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696248357624210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Su-TIQpdmZI/AAAAAAAAACE/yWel-UoimXc/s320/realcheater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why isn't your woman enough? You have a woman who is open with you sexually, spiritually, and emotionally. She is your best friend. On the surface you should not have any complaints. Yet you complain about her high sex drive. You inform her that she needs to tone it down. Adding insult to injury you are cheating on her with another woman. Is it that one woman alone cannot satisfy a man? You have all you need and more right there at home but your appetite for other women is insatiable. Finding contention in a monogamous relationship seems to be a daunting task. Monogamy like love is not a disease you just catch. It takes work and your relationship should be worth salvaging. Women are constantly baffled over the question of why men cheat? We have grown tiresome of blaming ourselves when men are the ones that are cheating. Are they incapable of vying for the love and affection of one woman? It seems that rejection seems too heavy a cross to bear. Often they use their rationale minds which leaves them cold and callous because they turn off their emotions.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kryptonite&lt;/span&gt; comes in the form of vulnerability. Fear then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;begins&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; them. Often I wonder if the reason why we have so many "single" men is due to the fact they are afraid of truly being in love. The term "single" is used loosely since a lot of men consider themselves single since they are not married. Despite the fact many of them are in a committed relationships. Does the term committed sounds like lockup? Do you feel like a relationship is an institution you want to escape from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4427572470687237088?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4427572470687237088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/conquering-concubine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4427572470687237088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4427572470687237088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/conquering-concubine.html' title='Conquering the Concubine'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Su-TIQpdmZI/AAAAAAAAACE/yWel-UoimXc/s72-c/realcheater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4824423153166138191</id><published>2009-11-02T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:21:27.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceptive Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Su8TOi2x_qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4SBAh50M28g/s1600-h/heartbreak+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399555618836184738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Su8TOi2x_qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4SBAh50M28g/s320/heartbreak+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the saying true once a cheater always a cheater? Can a cheater be reformed? You have been dating a man for a few months and he has female friends but you are secure in your spot. One night he was supposed to show up for your date night. He never shows up. You get a call in the wee hours in the morning that he is in the hospital. He begins to tell you how his "friend's" husband beat him up because the wife stated she is in love with your man. As he is telling you the story it does not jive with you but you remain in control and tell him you are on your way to the hospital. He turns down your request. Yet he is adamant about the fact that she has not come to see him. How hurtful is that? I was so hurt I had to look at his messed up his face and kiss away his pain. After he healed I broke it off . It was too much pain to bear. Cheating is such a devastating act. Although they say it has nothing to do with you it cuts you deep straight to the core of your heart. It has been years since that happened but it has a lot to do with why I am not ready to be in a relationship again. I cannot help but wonder if I will make the mistake of falling for another cheater. I have learned that it is best not to cheat. It is better to just to walk away. Cheating often has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to do with underlying issues that the cheater has not resolved. Your love cannot medicate their illness. You deserve to be with someone who will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to only you. A little honesty would have cured a lot of my heartache. When you leave a cheater you come away feeling as if there is something you could have done differently. Truthfully, it does not matter what you do they will cheat regardless, if that's is their intention. You could hold him/her down and be there for them mind, body and soul and he/she will still stray. If your heart is not with the person you are with love them enough to let them go. No sense in being selfish pouring salt into an infected wound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4824423153166138191?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4824423153166138191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/deceptive-desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4824423153166138191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4824423153166138191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/11/deceptive-desires.html' title='Deceptive Desires'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Su8TOi2x_qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4SBAh50M28g/s72-c/heartbreak+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-1021801318404108488</id><published>2009-10-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:57:05.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extinction of Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuzcZdiyN9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fsdLG_xYgRc/s1600-h/romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398932383295748050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuzcZdiyN9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fsdLG_xYgRc/s320/romance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the concept of romance dead and buried? With the institution of friends with benefits is romance on the brink of extinction? What happened to going out on a date anymore? Nowadays we go over each other's house and maybe dinner gets cooked. Sex is obviously on the menu. We are turning into a society full of speed and excess. People barely know one another's last name and clothes are coming off. We have to stop moving so fast. Allow romance to take place. Try attraction, friendship, and intimacy. In that exact order. Go on a date and for once don't have sex. Let yourself be courted properly know that you are worth more than a roll in the hay. Make them prove themself worthy of your mind, body, and soul. Remember when people rounded the bases. First base was kissing, second was petting, we have moving so fast which slide past these two and go straight to third. Calm down your hormones go sit on the bench and regroup. Chivalry is alive and well. Since we are always bringing back old trends blow the dust off old fashion courting. It has always been in season it just seems we have always been rebellious and think we have outgrown it. We have gotten to big for our britches. Ladies leave him lingering for more with that unforgettable first kiss. Have more conversations. Learn about his goals and ambitions and don't be afraid to share some of yours. What happened to dinner and a movie? Ending the night with a kiss instead of a nightcap. Know you are worth waiting for. It is as if we have a backwards way of thinking sex is the priority and we anticipate everything else will come. Sex is the easy part it seems getting to know each is the part that takes work. Work is what we are afraid of. Getting our hands dirty. Think with your brain not your body. Ignore you libido for once and try a little logic. You always want to maintain a level of respect for yourself and others. Live for love not regrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-1021801318404108488?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/1021801318404108488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/extinction-of-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1021801318404108488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1021801318404108488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/extinction-of-romance.html' title='Extinction of Romance'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuzcZdiyN9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fsdLG_xYgRc/s72-c/romance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6077057354338966915</id><published>2009-10-31T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T06:36:42.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Signals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Suw9WNLNdZI/AAAAAAAAABs/RYMQKTm_p2c/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398757505013478802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Suw9WNLNdZI/AAAAAAAAABs/RYMQKTm_p2c/s320/couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a woman says to a man I won't have sex with you unless we are in a relationship and the two of them end up having sex is it safe to assume they are in a relationship? The answer to this question is no. The two minds must always be agreed in order to prevent a bowl of confusion. See it may be assumed that since the man agreed to sex that he understood he is now in a relationship. It all boils down the fact we must always be clear about what we want. In addition you must also listen to what a person tells you. Don't just hear what you want them to say it is a big difference. Sometimes we get caught up in the fantasy we wind up missing the truth. We develop these illusions of grandeur. But I want to talk to my ladies right now please stop assuming that when a man sleeps with you that you all have magically developed in a relationship. Let's be frank for one a man does not have to like you to sleep with you. Learn to become a non-verbal reader. Men are logical creatures if they want to be with you they will simply let you know. We get caught up in the situation where we have this idea in our heads where we think things are headed. We get stuck in emotional mind, throwing logic and rationale out the window. Ladies I know you want to blame the man in this situation but you cannot do that without blaming yourself first. You told him I won't sleep with you unless your are my man. He never agreed to such terms. The sex did not seal the deal. Be leary of such threatening language it will scare the hell out of him and you will be in a short-lived relationship. He will be there until he has smacked, flipped and rubbed it down into boredom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6077057354338966915?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6077057354338966915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/mixed-signals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6077057354338966915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6077057354338966915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/mixed-signals.html' title='Mixed Signals'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/Suw9WNLNdZI/AAAAAAAAABs/RYMQKTm_p2c/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-257597648271888740</id><published>2009-10-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:56:15.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting Grounds Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SurwLfGSllI/AAAAAAAAABk/22EhTycjjXw/s1600-h/limber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398391183474071122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SurwLfGSllI/AAAAAAAAABk/22EhTycjjXw/s320/limber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaky Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Is an experienced lover a turn on/off? If experience is the best teacher, can you be a studious pupil? You are coming home from a long day of work when you run into a familiar face. It is raining outside and this intensifies your mood. When asked how you are spending your soggy evening you reply with a long sigh. Your mind drifts off to his ravishing body and how you would love to explore it playfully with your eager tongue. He must have read your mind because he says I know what you want. You meet up and he kisses you ever so passionately like he has been wanting to taste your lips for a while. When your bodies intertwine it is as if you all have danced this dance before. His hands travel all over your body knownigly gently awakening all your senses. You can tell he is an experienced craftsman. An experienced lover can teach you so many new things. Take you places sexually you have yet to reach with a fumbling first timer. They say it is better to give than receive. Give me the knowledge I need to saitiate your malnourished libido. Ladies you ever been with a guy tried something off the hook and the first thing pops out his mouth is where did you learn that? Sit back and take notes my dear. I got this, let mama do her thing. Yet of course as always there is the minority that is turned off by such confidence and even a little bit of conceit. Cause you know what your doing it is often assumed that you experiment with everyone. An experienced man is perceived as the Alpha Male and the question never arises about his number of conquests. It leads me to believe some are still fixated on the belief women should be submissive and never assert themselves especially not in the bedroom. Can you handle an experienced lover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-257597648271888740?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/257597648271888740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunting-grounds-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/257597648271888740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/257597648271888740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunting-grounds-pt-2.html' title='Hunting Grounds Pt. 2'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SurwLfGSllI/AAAAAAAAABk/22EhTycjjXw/s72-c/limber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6193153316941809480</id><published>2009-10-28T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:37:48.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting Grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SujhXmSvDNI/AAAAAAAAABc/k0qb3PBozDQ/s1600-h/dominatrix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397811948935908562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SujhXmSvDNI/AAAAAAAAABc/k0qb3PBozDQ/s320/dominatrix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you find a woman who is open sexually to be intimidating? Do you confuse her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;openness&lt;/span&gt; with promiscuity? You are doing security in a club and a sexy lady approaches and informs you she needs security for a party of one. She then hands you a slip of paper with her address on it and tells you to meet her there later. You arrive to find her in her pumps and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;negligee&lt;/span&gt; needless to say it is definitely on and popping that night. Later on you see her again and you are cold and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distant&lt;/span&gt; it seems you believe she threw herself at you. Time and time again I hear ladies say they want to be bolder and firmer about getting their needs met. Yet they are also fearful of being labeled as whores for doing so. It is so interesting to me that men can be open with their sexuality yet women are shunned for exhibiting the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;behavior&lt;/span&gt;. Funny men say they never marry the freaks but they will mostly certainly cheat with them. With all these Zane novels and sex chronicles featured on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Showtime&lt;/span&gt; women cannot help but to educate and explore their true sexual desires. We are tired of having mundane and submissive sex lives. We want some excitement too. Closed mouths don't get fed. So open wide....shit. I had an ex-boyfriend two of them actually who made me feel ashamed for being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bonafide&lt;/span&gt; freak. Often I wonder are my freakish tendencies part of the reason why I am still sexy and single as hell, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Ladies please unleash the inner sex goddess that is buried within you. If your man cannot handle you find someone who can. Fellas calm down I am not promoting any ho-tendencies here I just want you to open up your minds as well as your bodies. Missionary is not in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vocabulary&lt;/span&gt;...feel me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6193153316941809480?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6193153316941809480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunting-grounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6193153316941809480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6193153316941809480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunting-grounds.html' title='Hunting Grounds'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SujhXmSvDNI/AAAAAAAAABc/k0qb3PBozDQ/s72-c/dominatrix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-8005619944456856027</id><published>2009-10-27T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:23:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SugpliN1dPI/AAAAAAAAABU/cmIKewE5X6c/s1600-h/th_sexycouple3sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397609878220272882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SugpliN1dPI/AAAAAAAAABU/cmIKewE5X6c/s320/th_sexycouple3sc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been involved in a booty call arrangement? An arrangement which is sexual in nature and the terms of the agreement are that there are no emotional attachments. It is purely sexual. You are at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grocery&lt;/span&gt; store and you run into an old friend from high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;. You all get to talking and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;catching&lt;/span&gt; up. He suggests you all exchange numbers and get together some other time. Later on that night he invites you over to his place. You all began kissing and he is caressing you and clothes seem to disappear. One thing leads to another and you are thinking he just invented sex. You all make a verbal agreement that whenever the mood strikes either of you, you all will hook up. You all see one another again and act as if nothing happened. As long as you two keep things this way the arrangement works out perfectly. I had an arrangement like this years ago it was perfect until he started going through my phone calling an male number in there and asking how they knew me. On one rare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; I decided I did not want to be intimate with him and he threatened to burn my house down. Needless to say our contract was null and void after that incident. Every since then I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt; about getting involved in such an arrangement. Now that I am older I realize that such an arrangement can be a Catch 22. You might get into this situation believing you are just in it for the sex and find yourself falling for your partner which means you both mutually agree to change the terms of the contract or ended things right then and there. They say when two people have sex at least one of them walk away with feelings. Hopefully if you are in this type of arrangement you are not the one who is left holding the bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-8005619944456856027?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/8005619944456856027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/rules-of-engagement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/8005619944456856027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/8005619944456856027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/rules-of-engagement.html' title='Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SugpliN1dPI/AAAAAAAAABU/cmIKewE5X6c/s72-c/th_sexycouple3sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-602922994385871064</id><published>2009-10-26T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:05:45.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Haunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuZHPghTFNI/AAAAAAAAABM/spTv_f_yPjM/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397079535203325138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuZHPghTFNI/AAAAAAAAABM/spTv_f_yPjM/s320/sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever dated someone because they reminded you of someone you used to date? Ever had a case of the ex? You meet someone new and everything about them reminds you of the one you once gave your heart to. They remind you of them in a good way. Their swag, the style of dress, aura, everything. Sometimes you get so caught up in the ghost of love past you do not clearly see the person in front of you. You become in love with an enigma. I have fallen for such a daunting spirit. I met a guy who I was totally smitten with and he reminded me of a former love. One who broke my heart. I felt like I could tell this new guy everything we definitely were friends first which is how I like to do it. He was everything I wanted my ex to be and more. I tried to love this new man but I was still in love with my ex. I guess I did not give myself enough time to heal from my wounds. I longed for my ex so much that I could not see the beauty in the man I was with. He truly made me feel beautiful and wanted so unlike my ex. I guess I say all that to say is that when you break up with someone truly give your self time to grow from the pain that heartbreak brings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-602922994385871064?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/602922994385871064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/loves-haunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/602922994385871064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/602922994385871064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/loves-haunting.html' title='Love&apos;s Haunting'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuZHPghTFNI/AAAAAAAAABM/spTv_f_yPjM/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7383609464455942580</id><published>2009-10-26T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:56:21.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuWqfQfUB5I/AAAAAAAAABE/4yqlTB50OJ0/s1600-h/black+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396907182452377490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuWqfQfUB5I/AAAAAAAAABE/4yqlTB50OJ0/s320/black+women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manly Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello gentleman it is Manly Monday where the focal point is dating issues that affect you. What turns a woman from a potential mate to a potential sex partner? What egregious act has she committed that took her out of the running for your next girlfriend? They say when you first meet someone you are actually meeting their representative. Yet something occurs in this first encounter that separates the playthings from the keepers. I am aware that the criteria and credentials vary among men. The general consensus is that most women would like to be Ms. Right vs Ms Right Now. So fellas please educate us because inquiring minds would like to know. I cannot tell you how awkward it is when I think I have a deep connection with a guy and he completely flips the script on me and says he is just looking for a "friend" right now. Later on down the line he is with someone else. That is a bowl of confusion. I often wonder if there was something I could have said or done differently. Through this blog I hope to educate but I am also open to learning from you as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7383609464455942580?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7383609464455942580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/staying-power.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7383609464455942580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7383609464455942580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/staying-power.html' title='Staying Power'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuWqfQfUB5I/AAAAAAAAABE/4yqlTB50OJ0/s72-c/black+women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6519476787065444844</id><published>2009-10-23T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:20:05.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuGtcO0ylMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GpmsiwSk9SQ/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395784529094022338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuGtcO0ylMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GpmsiwSk9SQ/s320/couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuGs4css5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8qweAJNqq7Q/s1600-h/sexy11111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuGsR81EL6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bJwY8nIGM6I/s1600-h/sexy-beach-couple-collage.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaky Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Ladies and gentleman it is Freaky Friday and the question of the day is: What is the sexiest body part on the opposite sex? What part of their body just sends shock waves through your body and leaves you trembling like an aftershock? I know you all are wondering how I would answer such a question. No it is not his sexy lips, nice teeth, not even his enticing smile, no it is his big, beautiful…..BRAIN. GOTCHA! There is nothing and I mean nothing that sends a sensual eruption through me like intellect. It definitely ha s a profound affect on me. I love listening to a man discuss life and his take on it. Especially if it is about his goals and how high he will reach to attain them. The mere thought of this man excites me and makes my lips quiver. I love a man that can challenge my mental. Send mentalgasms throughout my mind. My appetite for his knowledge is insatiable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6519476787065444844?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6519476787065444844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/sensual-seduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6519476787065444844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6519476787065444844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/sensual-seduction.html' title='Sensual Seduction'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/SuGtcO0ylMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GpmsiwSk9SQ/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4752795445266448474</id><published>2009-10-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:29:18.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef's Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St9IcKV397I/AAAAAAAAAAc/rtVtYukFLac/s1600-h/black+men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110527262783410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St9IcKV397I/AAAAAAAAAAc/rtVtYukFLac/s320/black+men.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and your boy like the same girl, how do you decide who dates her? He likes her for external reasons you idolize her for internal reasons. You and her have grown closer than him and her. You get to see a side of her that he never even realized existed. She is supportive of you and your endeavors. You are appreciative of that. A woman should never come between true friends. Although you are aware of this fact it plagues you everyday, the reality is to him she is just a big butt and a smile. For you it is much deeper than that. You admire this woman and can see this friendship growing into so much more. You and her share common goals and interests. In the past you have always backed down but not this time. In my opinion, you should let your boy and her know how you feel. If you all have a deep connection then more will prosper from the friendship. Whatever you do let this decision of who dates her be hers and hers alone no pressure. It could be that she does not see things the same way you do and may just want to maintain a friendship with you. Often times people say friends make the best lovers. They say good things come to those who wait. Patience is a virtue that many of us are not equipped with. We want, what we want, when we want it, and do not have time to wait. It has been my experience that timing is everything. Sometimes it is just not your turn. Often you reflect back to times when you liked someone and they did not like you back and then years later they realize what a catch you were. Only to realize that their time had passed. In the back of your mind you think why didn’t they approach me sooner? Or, you have a catch in front of you and you dropped the bait and someone else caught your fish. Reality can be a real pain in the ass. One that does not heal easy the more you think about what could have been the more it feels as though salt is being poured into the wound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4752795445266448474?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4752795445266448474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/chefs-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4752795445266448474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4752795445266448474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/chefs-choice.html' title='Chef&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St9IcKV397I/AAAAAAAAAAc/rtVtYukFLac/s72-c/black+men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6172551125474046254</id><published>2009-10-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:40:37.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping With The Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St9HiIzGyXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OnJqgW86QBk/s1600-h/Pt.+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395109530416105842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St9HiIzGyXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OnJqgW86QBk/s320/Pt.+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes:&lt;/strong&gt; Would you sleep with someone your friend slept with? There is this guy that you have been eyeing for a while that you spot while out one night with the girls. Your cutie approaches and he is interested in your girl. Devastated you roll with the flow and later endure her story about their recent liaison. A few months later you spot your cutie at an eatery and he invites you to have lunch with him versus the two of you eating alone. Much to your surprise he informs you that he has also been eyeing you for quite some time. He reveals that he has always been interested in sleeping with you. After you pick your lip off the table you have to decide right now how to handle the situation. You have never done anything like this so why should you start now. You most certainly do not want her sloppy seconds. In addition, you are not flattered that he wants to sleep with you. No woman should ever be flattered that a man wants to sleep with her. Most importantly, he went out with your friend instead of you which just adds insult to your injured ego. He wants to test the waters. He wants to sample and compare. Let him compare someone else have some self respect. The male population is not so scarce that you have to recycle a man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6172551125474046254?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6172551125474046254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleeping-with-enemy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6172551125474046254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6172551125474046254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleeping-with-enemy.html' title='Sleeping With The Enemy'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St9HiIzGyXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OnJqgW86QBk/s72-c/Pt.+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6142397431256397905</id><published>2009-10-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:27:15.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Vows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St4A3II8H_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0dciA6YAIiQ/s1600-h/Sacred+Vows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394750350714216434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St4A3II8H_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0dciA6YAIiQ/s320/Sacred+Vows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you still believe in the institution of marriage? With these days of friends with benefits do couples still exist and if they do, do they still get married? It seems as if the sacred union between two loving people has been saturated in these times. People seem to be more in love with the wedding more than what the wedding represents. Especially now with the implementation of shows such as Bridezilla, who would want to marry such monsters. It seems as though we forget the work that marriage entails. Many of my friends laugh when&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I say I want to be friends first and then work out way up from there. I am a firm believer that a good friendship is the foundation needed to help build a lasting home. I want my man to be my best friend before he can be my husband. As far as marriage I am hesitant to jump the broom. With the ridiculous divorce rates and the scandalous cheating I wonder where is the love? Marriage cannot sustain even a year without love. The loss of love is a recipe for disaster. We get wrapped up in superficial things such as looks, money, status, etc. the list goes on. We forget it is what is on the inside that counts. Looks fade, people become broke, and lose status. When these things dissipate can the marriage survive such shallow waters without drowning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6142397431256397905?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6142397431256397905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/sacred-vows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6142397431256397905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6142397431256397905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/sacred-vows.html' title='Sacred Vows'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFNJRxz-ndA/St4A3II8H_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0dciA6YAIiQ/s72-c/Sacred+Vows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-1728995450427608527</id><published>2009-10-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:48:54.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single in the City</title><content type='html'>Why are you single? Am I the only one that hates being asked this question? I am single for various reasons mostly by choice but some of it has to do with the current dating scene. The men that I have encountered want the benefits of a relationship without the title. After experiencing the current dating scene I have decided to remain strong in my singlehood until I get what I want. Settling is not an option. Reality truly puts things in perspective in order to attain the best I must be at my best. The focus is back on me now I am embarking on a journey to getting to know and love me. Sometimes in order to get to where you need to be in life you first must reconnect with who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-1728995450427608527?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/1728995450427608527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1728995450427608527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1728995450427608527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-in-city.html' title='Single in the City'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-3364938685915456582</id><published>2009-10-19T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:45:35.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising the Bar</title><content type='html'>How do you know when someone is on your level or not? What is with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;illusions&lt;/span&gt; of grandeur? How can someone be beneath you? Fellas, you meet a beautiful sister that has her shit together has all the right credentials you all have hit it off and you are about to ask her out when she informs you that you are not on her level. Ladies you meet a nice looking man and you are talking and have a very interesting conversation that piques your interest makes you thirsty for more of his intellect. Yet before you can exchange numbers your girl informs you that he is not on your level. What part of the game is that? I really would like to know what is going on that many of us are riding high when we cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; the horse properly. Some of you are throwing stones at glass houses. To put it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;layman's&lt;/span&gt; terms you could be missing an opportunity to meet your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soulmates&lt;/span&gt; are a rarity. So please come off the pedestal long enough to see the potential someone has. You cannot get everything upfront you have to dig a little to find the diamond in the rough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-3364938685915456582?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/3364938685915456582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/raising-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3364938685915456582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3364938685915456582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/raising-bar.html' title='Raising the Bar'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6735114858469504995</id><published>2009-10-13T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:55:49.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing the Deal</title><content type='html'>When does a friend with benefits arrangement expire? You and your girl are sitting on the bus stop when a sexy guy pulls up and wants to talk to you. You all exchange numbers and later you go on a date. The chemistry between the two of you is a sensual eruption. You two have sex and later it develops into a friend with benefit situation. This "friendship" last for years and then during this unorthodox courtship you meet another man and now you are in a commited relationship.  Yet you never officially ended the situation with the "friend". Is there an expiration date on a friend with benefit situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6735114858469504995?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6735114858469504995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/closing-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6735114858469504995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6735114858469504995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/closing-deal.html' title='Closing the Deal'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7114954209850647808</id><published>2009-10-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:44:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matter of Convienence</title><content type='html'>Is your mate content with the sex you have or is it simply a matter of convienence? You are enjoying your day and thinking about your man when guess what he calls. What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;! He wants to meet up later and you kindly oblige. You all get into but you get to thinking your always avaliable to him but when you reach out for him you can never seem to get him to answer. Basically, when you need it he is nowhere to be found. Questions began to seep into your your wise mind. Rational thinking now comes into play. Is he calling you because the sex is good or is it because it is convienent? You are in the right place at the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7114954209850647808?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7114954209850647808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/matter-of-convienence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7114954209850647808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7114954209850647808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/matter-of-convienence.html' title='Matter of Convienence'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7070707071299758860</id><published>2009-10-10T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:51:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maneater</title><content type='html'>Have you or would you ever date another woman's man? Ignorance is bliss. But when you know better you do better. Dating is very hard nowadays and it seems like the male population is becoming an endangered species. The male-female ratio is phenomenal. Women are the majority. Men have a vast selection of women to chose from. With that being said finding a man is becoming increasingly difficult. I am not even going to count those we lose to interracial dating and other men. Those are topics for another day. So let me paint a picture for you. You meet this guy and you two have instant chemistry. You talk at length everytime you see one another. You exchange numbers so you can talk even more. Text and talking seems to go on endlessly and this guy definitely piques your interest. One day you all have that dreadful conversation where is this going this is when he informs you that you all can only be "friends" due to the fact he is already involved. Devasted and horribly tripping on your ego you pick yourself up. Now you have two options you can continue the "friendship" or sever all ties with him. That's a hell of a Catch-22. It is hard sometimes the lady in you wants to do what's right and put yourself in her shoes and think about how you would feel if the tables were turned. Another part of you is like what his girl don't know won't hurt her. Is it worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7070707071299758860?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7070707071299758860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/maneater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7070707071299758860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7070707071299758860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/maneater.html' title='Maneater'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-1974917274426569746</id><published>2009-10-10T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:33:25.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Delight</title><content type='html'>Caramel Delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy ass&lt;br /&gt;Caramel butterdrop&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your lips make mine wet&lt;br /&gt;I began licking my tongue over my lips as I would yours&lt;br /&gt;You want me and I know it&lt;br /&gt;Yet your are drowing in denial river&lt;br /&gt;What are you so afraid of&lt;br /&gt;I won't bite unless you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;Then I will have to kindly oblige&lt;br /&gt;Bold and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;I want you and I have to have you&lt;br /&gt;It is more than a sexual conquest&lt;br /&gt;Take you everywhere and back again&lt;br /&gt;Have you floating in pure ectasy&lt;br /&gt;Make you quiver with the mere words that leave my lips&lt;br /&gt;Challenging you to push through your fear and come and take a walk with me&lt;br /&gt;For this journey leads to a path where you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I am around you and I am on the point of combustion&lt;br /&gt;This morning when you walked over to me I just wanted to kiss you and allow you to taste my warm caramel kiss&lt;br /&gt;Our chemistry is burning like a brush fire that cannot be extinguished&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have to pull back you cannot be with me for you have someone&lt;br /&gt;I respect that number two is not a place I wish to rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Gracefully I must bow out&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being such a fucking lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-1974917274426569746?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/1974917274426569746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/caramel-delight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1974917274426569746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1974917274426569746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/caramel-delight.html' title='Caramel Delight'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-5826283466660753443</id><published>2009-10-08T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:27:58.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act Like A Lady</title><content type='html'>Would you confront another woman? Ladies you are kicking it with a sexy guy and another woman approaches you asking can she speak to you. Funny thing is you all don't ever speak. You have never even exchanged pleasantries. So what is so pertinent now? She is inquiring about the nature of your relationship with another man. Now your first thought is why the sudden interest. Ladies time and time again mother has told you that a man will only do what you allow him to do. If he treats you like a pauper it is because you do not demand to be treated like the queen you are. Do not approach another woman about a man. If he is your man then you need to approach him.  Any questions you have should be directed at him and him only. Truth be told you do not know the true nature of their relationship and even further still you do not know what he is telling her. She may not even be aware that he is your man. Think about this when you approach another woman be prepared for what she might say. You are bound to walk away with some hurt feelings and a taste of some damn truth. Remember there are three sides to a story his, hers, and the truth. Can you handle the truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-5826283466660753443?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/5826283466660753443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/act-like-lady.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/5826283466660753443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/5826283466660753443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/act-like-lady.html' title='Act Like A Lady'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7207768153882162800</id><published>2009-10-08T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:27:07.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Access Denied</title><content type='html'>Are you involved in a friend with benefit situation where one of the parties sees it as more than just sex? You are dealing with a guy and you all have the greatest sex. All is well until you realize that he is the possessive type. He does not like other men talking to you and will step to them as if he is your man when he is not. Or, guys the girl you have as a plaything gets shit confused and thinks she is your Ms. Right when she is really Ms. Psycho. She starts approaching other women in your life. In both of these situations the contracts need to be denied. Both applicants should immediately be hooked up with one another cause obviously they belong together. Now who is really benefiting from this friendship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7207768153882162800?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7207768153882162800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/access-denied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7207768153882162800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7207768153882162800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/access-denied.html' title='Access Denied'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7051554698530073316</id><published>2009-10-08T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:11:36.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter Up!</title><content type='html'>When you are with your friends and you see someone of the opposite sex you like how do you decide who steps to them? It seems like the shark gets all the fish. If you sit back and observe you may observe one of your friends walking off with your potential mate. So you are in the club and you spot a cutie and so does your girl how do you decide which lovely lady gets his number? Personally, I let him choose who he wants to talk to. My thing is my light while shine no matter how matter other stars are around me. If he steps to me then she knows what’s up if not then it is his loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7051554698530073316?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7051554698530073316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/batter-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7051554698530073316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7051554698530073316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/batter-up.html' title='Batter Up!'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-8091076109517553480</id><published>2009-10-07T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:37:03.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does my sexiness upset you?</title><content type='html'>What does sexy mean to you? Sexy is synonymous with the physical attributes one possesses. Sexy has a certain ring to it makes you want to kick it up a notch. It is all about confidence. You have to have an air about you. Something that lingers when you leave the room. Confidence is often times confused with conceit. Confidence is the belief in oneself. Conceit is a defense mechanism used to deflect one's own insecurities. Confidence can be a scary thing how dare one think highly of themselves. When confidence has been taken away it is hard to gain it back. One tends to seek validation versus looking within. Determining their worth based on the opinion of others. Looking for love in all the wrong places. The journey to self worth is a long and lonely path. A walk one must take alone. To truly maintain your sexy you have to believe it. You have to look in the mirror and fall in love with the person staring back at you. Sexy is the energy you exude. Confidence seeps out of you. Confidence is an essential tool in the game of life. Dreams are deferred when confidence is not in place. You must first convince yourself before you can convince anyone else. Stop basing how you perceive yourself on how others see you.  Don't let society dictate who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-8091076109517553480?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/8091076109517553480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-my-sexiness-upset-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/8091076109517553480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/8091076109517553480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-my-sexiness-upset-you.html' title='Does my sexiness upset you?'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4583564116754002971</id><published>2009-10-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:37:40.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Ladies when are you satisfied with a "quickie" as opposed to a full night of passionate sex? Why? You are on your lunch break and you guys shoot to your place for an afternoon delight. You hike up the skirt and get to work. Quickies are cool and some may even say they are necessary in situations where you are on a serious time constraint. Now I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;don't mind them every now and again. But let's not confuse the exception with the rule. Quickies are a tease something like an appetizer before the main course. Ladies I don't know about you all but I do not like being teased. The appetizer better be hella good if&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have to wait for the main course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4583564116754002971?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4583564116754002971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/speedy-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4583564116754002971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4583564116754002971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/speedy-loving.html' title='Speedy Loving'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7327830241878696128</id><published>2009-10-06T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:43:02.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey in the Middle</title><content type='html'>Are you content being a sidepiece? Second place always has a whole lot to prove. Since when does second place become a top spot. Second in command seems to be the place to be. Sidepieces are anxiously waiting to be picked. You do not have the option of saying no. You must aim to please at all times. Number one doesn't have to do anything other than cook and clean the house. Number two you better be hanging from the ceiling. You are on-call at all times. You have to follow rules and you practically have no rights. Do not show up to the house unannounced, always know your place which is second, kissing on the lips is prohibited, always remember you have rules not rights. You are not the mate you are the sidepiece you chose to take on this role so deal with the consequences. You do things on their terms only. Let's not get it twisted there are people who are complacent with the second spot. They would rather not bother with commitments or the complex dynamics that a relationship entails. Some people prefer to date people who are otherwise involved. It the thrill of the chase you want what you can't have. There is something so alluring about that. You can be the freak he needs without worrying about how his day went. Just take off your clothes and assume the position. There is something so wrong with this picture. Complacency has never been a comfortable spot ever. Yet so many of us are sitting pretty on the sideline. Knowing we will never be picked first. When will you be done proving yourself worthy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7327830241878696128?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7327830241878696128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/monkey-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7327830241878696128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7327830241878696128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/monkey-in.html' title='Monkey in the Middle'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6139126974459807213</id><published>2009-10-06T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:39:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's coming to dinner?</title><content type='html'>Have you or would you ever participate in a threesome? If two's company and three is a crowd why would you invite a third person into your bed? One late night you and your boyfriend have a discussion about your fantasies. He presents you with some Pandora's box shit like he wants to invite another woman into your bed. Of course you get to choose who she is. Or maybe he does depending on how receptive you are to the idea. You both agree on a girl and you go along with the plan. When things take off turns out she is more into you than she is to him. How ironic is that! Jealousy begins to rear it's ugly head and the situation hardly seems worth it. He has bitten off more than he can chew. Now his ass is choking. Does a threesome enhance or hinder a relationship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6139126974459807213?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6139126974459807213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6139126974459807213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6139126974459807213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html' title='Guess who&apos;s coming to dinner?'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6742462211771323389</id><published>2009-10-05T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:50:11.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolving Doors</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been or considered an open relationship? An open relationship is one in which the participants are free to have emotional, spiritual and/or physical relationships with other partners. An example of this would be swinging, which permits sex outside the primary relationship, but not love. When two people have sex at least one of them develops feelings afterward. Therefore not permitting love in swinging sounds like an oxymoron. You are sharing your body with someone yet somehow you must separate the mind. You are dating someone who does not meet your sexual needs and your partner has exhausted all efforts and mutually you come to the conclusion that an open relationship will help sustain the relationship you all have. Somebody has done flipped and fell face first into horse manure. What part of the game is that? If I were presented with such a proposition I would immediately declare us both single. Null and void. Open relationships removes any expectation of loyalty. It has been argued that  when no one is demanding that you be loyal, and when the relationship is completely free and voluntary, why would anyone want to stray? Is an open relationship the cure to infidelity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6742462211771323389?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6742462211771323389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/revolving-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6742462211771323389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6742462211771323389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/revolving-doors.html' title='Revolving Doors'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-3005672463431992077</id><published>2009-10-05T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:32:06.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies n' Cream</title><content type='html'>Could Mr. Right be white? Ever thought about taking a pleasure filled trip into the land of white chocolate? Brothers experiment all the time. It is high time we have fun in the laboratory of love and taste the rainbow. Yet dark chocolate is so damn irresistible. Your appetite for it is insatiable. Dare to compare. Would you ever mix your cookie with some cream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-3005672463431992077?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/3005672463431992077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookies-n-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3005672463431992077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3005672463431992077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookies-n-cream.html' title='Cookies n&apos; Cream'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6813245333203696465</id><published>2009-10-03T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:17:38.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celibate State Of Mind</title><content type='html'>How do you handle your mate's celibacy? You meet this sexy, intelligent, ambitious man who excites all your senses with the mere sound of his voice. His thoughts on life and passion for more give you a mental orgasm. You want to take it to the next level. This is when you reveal to him you want to be intimate with him. He lets you know he is celibate. After your harrowing trip down ego lane you realize that you need to take this with a grain of salt. Respect his position. Respect seems almost unattainbale these days. Can you handle a sexless relationship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6813245333203696465?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6813245333203696465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/celibate-state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6813245333203696465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6813245333203696465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/celibate-state-of-mind.html' title='Celibate State Of Mind'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2676356920167766224</id><published>2009-10-02T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:54:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Freaky Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Ladies and gentleman it is Freaky Friday and the question of the day is if you are going on a double date who picks up the tab? Is it your date or your responsibility for the cost of entertainment and dining for that night? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Technically&lt;/span&gt; neither of you ask one another out really it is a blind date. I was asked out on a double date tonight and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I do not know the rules for a double date I have always followed the philosphy thatI take money with me just in case. If I ask I pay. In addition, I am prepared to go dutch. A popular practice of mine is to establish an arragement prior to the date as to remove any complications when the check arrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2676356920167766224?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2676356920167766224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2676356920167766224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2676356920167766224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-please.html' title='Check Please!'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-9022300359805016213</id><published>2009-10-01T10:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:46:10.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Serum</title><content type='html'>Is honesty the best policy? A guy approaches you and strikes up a conversation. He asks you for your number. He calls you and gives you the rundown about how he is not interested in a relationship. He is looking for a friend. How presumptuous of him of him to assume you want to sleep with him. He might as well had walked up to you and asked you to sleep with him. It is not what you say but how you say it. Some women approached in this manner would be impressed and sleep with him anyway. Can you handle the truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-9022300359805016213?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/9022300359805016213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-serum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/9022300359805016213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/9022300359805016213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-serum.html' title='Truth Serum'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7667382234501980050</id><published>2009-10-01T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:45:31.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big O</title><content type='html'>Ever had the kind of sex where you see the sun, the moon, the mountains, and rivers. Afterwards you are speechless staring off in space in pure amazement. You cannot believe he put it on you like that. Relax yourself. Let you conscious breath. Ladies some of you are guilty of drifting off into your minds during sex. Your mental health can often be a reflection of the kind of sex you have. If you are somewhere else mentally then physically you cannot feel the full effect of the sex. Ladies let me get deep for a minute. Whatever hang-ups that you have had in the past let them go. Free yourself. An orgasm can be very liberating. Do not fear this earth shattering sensation. It is meant to be. There is a sex god that exists to please you. Allow him to do that. Sit back and enjoy the moment. Stop over analyzing things. Don't question the master. Let him do his thing. The last thing you want to do is bring your issues to the bedroom. Leave that shit at the door. Handle your business. Allow your body to be totally uninhibited. Embrace his touch and kiss. Let his tongue playfully dance along your body. Ladies let's face facts it is almost a 100% guarantee a man will climax. It is a rarity that they don't. You deserve the big O. Orgasms even multiple ones are allowed. Take the focus off of him and put it back on you.  Don't get so caught up in pleasing him that you forget to please yourself. If he is hitting your spot let him. Don't run solider up and take it like a pro. Ride it like a rodeo. It is yours for the taking. Let the damn cup runneth over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7667382234501980050?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7667382234501980050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7667382234501980050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7667382234501980050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-o.html' title='The Big O'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-6710557992862224262</id><published>2009-10-01T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:45:12.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insatiable Appetite</title><content type='html'>How do you let your mate know that they are not satisfying you sexually? You are a bonafide freak and your man is not pleasing you right. You try to teach him but his ego gets in the way. You have brought toys to enhance things and he still does not get the picture. Tired of your B.O.B. you are at your wits end what's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-6710557992862224262?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/6710557992862224262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/insatiable-appetite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6710557992862224262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/6710557992862224262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/insatiable-appetite.html' title='Insatiable Appetite'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2904930705508440674</id><published>2009-10-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:40:18.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excess Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Women when you date a new man do you let your past baggage interfere with your relationship? You know the saying goes you cannot blame every man for what one has done. In a relationship you have to take it one day at a time. Do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;judge&lt;/span&gt; the situation based on past indiscretions of someone else. Take it for what it is worth learn the lesson in love. If your previous man cheated be mindful of the clues that he will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; leave for you. I dated a man after not dating for three years, when I saw this new man had a volatile temper I immediately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt; the relationship. In my eyes that was a sign of an abusive relationship and I wanted no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; of that again. If&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I cannot call you after a certain time at night or your phone is always on silent when I am around this is a sign of another woman. I learned these things from a previous relationship. I refuse to throw all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;luggage&lt;/span&gt; at the next man. I will presume he is innocent until proven otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2904930705508440674?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2904930705508440674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/excess-baggage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2904930705508440674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2904930705508440674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/10/excess-baggage.html' title='Excess Baggage'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-8158329505351133319</id><published>2009-09-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:22:56.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Boy</title><content type='html'>Does your man still have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Similac&lt;/span&gt; on his breath? Sorry ladies but that was too funny. Have or would you ever date a mama's boy? Now I love a man that has a strong love and respect for his mother that is an indicator of how he will treat you. Yet there is something wrong when his world revolves around her viewpoint. If she does not like you then you may not stand a chance in hell in his life. Now I will be honest I dated a mama's boy before and it drove me nuts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt;. His mother had that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mentality&lt;/span&gt; that no woman was good enough for her son. I stood my ground with her and showed her that I was good for her son and I had a great deal of respect for her as well. As time passed her and I develop a strong bond that surpassed our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; breakup. There is a way to maintain your stance without stepping on her toes. He never had to choose we learned how to coexist in his world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-8158329505351133319?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/8158329505351133319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/mamas-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/8158329505351133319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/8158329505351133319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/mamas-boy.html' title='Mama&apos;s Boy'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-9001849118606425465</id><published>2009-09-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:14:21.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Mama Drama</title><content type='html'>Fellas what's the BEST or WORST story you have when it pertains to dealing with the mother of your child? Back in the day before I became a mom I refused to date a man with a child because I did not have time for the drama that comes with the baby mama. Some women and men feel that the parent of their child belongs to them and should be there at their every beck and call. Then, in some instances both parents are respectful of one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; private lives. They develop the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;philosophy&lt;/span&gt; that as long as the relationship does not interfere with the parent-child relationship then everything is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;copastetic. From my personal experience I have seen men who claim they cannot stand there child's mother they even go so far as say they detest them. In those instances they were still sleeping with their child's mother. Or, the opposite they are still  in love and care for her and really want to be with her instead of you. Children and dating are an interesting mix. Although we would love to maintain the strong family unit we have to be honest that it is not always a cohesive one. Have to be isn't always meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-9001849118606425465?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/9001849118606425465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-mama-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/9001849118606425465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/9001849118606425465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-mama-drama.html' title='Baby Mama Drama'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7480038684105889349</id><published>2009-09-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:15:44.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lustful Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to confuse being "in love" with the sex being outstanding and you basically being turned out by that person? You finally get the chance to hook up with your dream guy and everything is going well. The chemistry is like a brush fire that just won't die out. It's intensity is brutally hot. When your bodies interwine your body shakes uncontrollably and you have an orgasm that has you feeling like you are going to have a heart attack. This cosmic sex is always explosive when your bodies meet. Feelings began to develop could it be your are in love or in lust. The two can easily be confused, love is a constellation of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection or profound oneness. Lust is any intense desire or craving for self gratification mostly sexual desire. Love is selfless while lust is selfish. I am guilty of confusing love with lust. I was in love with lust. Lust was like an earthquake that was off the Richter scale. The tremors left me trembling everytime. Lava poured from my body like a volcano. I was confused I even thought lust was my soulmate. Lust fooled me and my appetite for him was insatiable. Finally, fate stepped in and lust was gone from my life. Love is the foundation of families and stable societies. Lust is a physical emotion that we act upon in the "heat of the moment." The two should never be confused. Are you caught up in lust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7480038684105889349?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7480038684105889349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/lustful-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7480038684105889349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7480038684105889349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/lustful-thoughts.html' title='Lustful Thoughts'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7067688147575251102</id><published>2009-09-25T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:52:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautionary Tale</title><content type='html'>The library is a safe place or is it. Sometimes he seems innocent. But really he has something sinister in store for you. I wrote about my terrifying experience. Always be aware of your surroundings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Black Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl has one&lt;br /&gt;That hip hugging curve flattering&lt;br /&gt;Little black dress&lt;br /&gt;With the stilettos to match&lt;br /&gt;Usually it makes me feel so sexy&lt;br /&gt;But not today&lt;br /&gt;It caught the eye of someone dangerous&lt;br /&gt;There we were on the elevator and he got way too close&lt;br /&gt;It scared the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here across from his watching eyes&lt;br /&gt;I plan my careful escape&lt;br /&gt;He caught me yesterday by the ladies room politely I  lied I am married was my reply&lt;br /&gt;Why is he following me has my fragarance of love spell casts a spell on this crazy man&lt;br /&gt;As I write this my hands are shaking and tears are welling up&lt;br /&gt;This black dress just doesn't seem worth it&lt;br /&gt;I want to run but I cannot hide from his watchful eye&lt;br /&gt;Do I call him out&lt;br /&gt;But I never know when I will see him again when he will walk up on me again&lt;br /&gt;Just pray for me to make it out aliveI&lt;br /&gt;f the elevator would have gotten stuck perish the thought&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me that make it out alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7067688147575251102?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7067688147575251102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/cautionary-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7067688147575251102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7067688147575251102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/cautionary-tale.html' title='Cautionary Tale'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-810115950539719587</id><published>2009-09-24T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:31:59.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerously in Love</title><content type='html'>Would you ever take someone back? My mother always says an ex is an ex for a reason. He has been crossed off the list for a reason. A valid one. What happens when you are struggling between loneliness and longing for the way things used to be. Those sweet, tender kisses or his big strong hands carrying you in his arms. When you felt like nothing could ever make you part. He made you feel so beautiful. He was so loving, kind and caring. Of course at that point you were in the honeymoon phase. The phase prior to the reality phase when his/her true colors are revealed. During that phase his/her motives are revealed and that down to earth personality may actually be harboring a monster underneath. I agree that there are some cases where you can take someone back because as you know there are exceptions to every rule. But&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I caution you against making an exception the replacement of the rule.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But there is one case in particular where you do not take someone back. When the hands that hold that warm embrace turns into the hands that pummel your face. That is an indefnite case of a dealbreaker. Abuse should not be tolerated in any form. If they love you they will not want to harm you. I do not want someone to love me to death. Granted I have been single for a number of years and truly miss the happiness you share with a companion you truly care about and who cares about you. But&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have gotten to the point where settling is not an option.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have developed an all or nothing mentality and refuse to tolerate anything less than the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-810115950539719587?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/810115950539719587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/dangerously-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/810115950539719587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/810115950539719587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/dangerously-in-love.html' title='Dangerously in Love'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2141121389965417436</id><published>2009-09-22T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:15:35.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark and Lonely Night</title><content type='html'>How do you get through those long lonely nights? Your ears are hiding from the sound of the thunder and the splashes of blinding lightning outside. The beautiful rhythm of the rain is methodically beating against your window pane. Trapped inside you yearn for a tender touch a passionate kiss. Being face to face, chest to chest, tongues dancing playfully. Who do you run to? The one you want or do you break the emergency glass and settle. You are longing for that special someone but you are found in the arms of someone else. Lonely is a dark, desolate road that we sometimes stumble upon. When I find myself on that dreary path I try to push through it. Just last night I found myself aching for his caramel kiss, his big strong arms, and his warm embrace. Miles seperate us I found myself sober dialing then I abruptly hung up the phone. I decided to ride this thing out so I did some self-soothing and journaled. Writing is my source of therapy. It truly cleanses my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2141121389965417436?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2141121389965417436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark-and-lonely-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2141121389965417436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2141121389965417436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark-and-lonely-night.html' title='Dark and Lonely Night'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-3341811197204096486</id><published>2009-09-16T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:12:36.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Therapy</title><content type='html'>How do you communicate with someone who lacks adequate communication skills? You are having date night with your boyfriend. You have cooked his favorite meal and now you are cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. After the movie while you two are spooning you bring up a few issues you are having with the current state of your relationship. He listens intently or so it seems, after you have finished talking you turn to him and ask him to voice his views on what you just said. Shockingly he responds with a blank stare and unresponsive lips. You have poured out your heart and soul and you are awaiting support from your man. Yet his shoulders are so cold to you in your time of need. How do you talk to someone who does not communicate verbally?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-3341811197204096486?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/3341811197204096486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-therapy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3341811197204096486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3341811197204096486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-therapy.html' title='Talk Therapy'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7699979617632278127</id><published>2009-09-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:32:09.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greener Pastures</title><content type='html'>Is the grass really greener or the other side? Or is it really astroturf? The other day&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ran into an ex and he was telling me how he missed me and feels he should have married me. I could not help to think what a crock of shit. I do not get it a woman will be with a man and know he has the potential for greatness and love him flaws and all. A man will find a flaw in a woman and let her go.  If you have a qualitty man or woman hold onto to them. We get so caught up into new things we forget our old faithful. The one who will love and care for you no matter what. Sometimes we learn this lesson to late in life and we lose them to someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7699979617632278127?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7699979617632278127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/greener-pastures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7699979617632278127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7699979617632278127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/greener-pastures.html' title='Greener Pastures'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-9135231874346180094</id><published>2009-09-11T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:22:59.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delectable Delicacy</title><content type='html'>Do you prefer if your mate shaved or do you really not care? Do unto others as you want done unto you. I like to get straight to it no detours needed. If you cannot comply you need not apply. As your tongue playfully plays across his navel you get down closer to the love below. There you are holding it in your hand and what a majestic piece it is. You toy with the thought of caressing it with your tongue and giving it a caramel kiss. To shave or not to shave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-9135231874346180094?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/9135231874346180094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/delectable-delicacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/9135231874346180094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/9135231874346180094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/delectable-delicacy.html' title='Delectable Delicacy'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-3461644898390669178</id><published>2009-09-11T09:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:22:18.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Dating</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentleman it is Freaky Friday and the question of the days is: what's the best or worst thing someone has done on a 1st date? I will break the ice by sharing a fond memory of a first date. I was calling this number on a flyer about a party I wanted to go to I tried like four numbers till finally I called the fifth and final one. This guy answers the phone and we start talking so I remember him from a mutual friend of ours and he asks me on a date. Our first date was on my birthday it was such a mess it was snowing and he was having car trouble so his brother drove us to my favorite restaurant at the time Red Lobster. Unbeknownst to me he was terribly allergic to seafood. We had a wonderful first date he brought me flowers and we took a walk and just talked for hours. Sometimes it is the simple things that mean the most. So what is your fondest or horrible 1st date story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-3461644898390669178?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/3461644898390669178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-in-dating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3461644898390669178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/3461644898390669178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-in-dating.html' title='Adventures in Dating'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-792615600365669861</id><published>2009-09-11T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:21:47.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Fire</title><content type='html'>What do you do if you are caught in the infamous friend zone? You are kicking with this guy and your connection is magnetic. You are spending lots of time together. You just click and you think maybe this can lead to greater things. One day the question comes up where do you want to take this and surprisingly he responds he just wants to be friends and he is not looking for a relationship. Don’t friends make the best lovers? Guys have you ever talked to a girl and you know you are right for her but she constantly states that she only sees you as a friend and nothing more. Your persistent attempts of winning her undying affection are futile. Logic goes out the window and your heart aches for her. Should you throw in the towel? Once you are caught in the friend zone is there ever a way out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-792615600365669861?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/792615600365669861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendly-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/792615600365669861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/792615600365669861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendly-fire.html' title='Friendly Fire'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-1140604385709923789</id><published>2009-09-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:21:18.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Platonic Partners</title><content type='html'>Can men and women just be friends? The theory is that men and women cannot truly be just friends. There is always the lingering sexual tension. Jealousy plagues the significant other when a man or woman befriends the opposite sex. Platonic love does exist. It is a love that is based on a mutual respect for one another. Cross-sexed relationships tend to be more raw and honest. Inhibitions are thrown out the window there are no hidden agendas here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-1140604385709923789?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/1140604385709923789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/platonic-partners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1140604385709923789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1140604385709923789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/platonic-partners.html' title='Platonic Partners'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2406170343538278547</id><published>2009-09-10T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:32:59.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer in Headlights</title><content type='html'>Women send me your most interesting stories on how YOU caught YOUR man cheating... What did you do when you caught him? Did you cut his ass loose or did you stay with him? Be honest ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2406170343538278547?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2406170343538278547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/deer-in-headlights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2406170343538278547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2406170343538278547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/deer-in-headlights.html' title='Deer in Headlights'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-2366661976762381981</id><published>2009-09-10T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:30:02.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Reversal</title><content type='html'>What have you done for him lately? Ladies don’t we love it when a man is so romantic it makes us feels so special and wanted. Treating us like the queens we are. Who serves the king? Let’s trade places. Take him out. Tell him to throw it in the bag. Men always have to be on at all times. What about us? Would your man say you are romantic? Men would like to be courted as well. Ladies show your man your romantic side. Do not leave everything up to him. He enjoys the thought of you taking the wheel. Be a leader not a follower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-2366661976762381981?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/2366661976762381981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/role-reversal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2366661976762381981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/2366661976762381981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/role-reversal.html' title='Role Reversal'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-4843711392815360222</id><published>2009-09-10T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:24:42.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Hatter</title><content type='html'>What can or does your partner do to make you forget why you were mad at them in the first place? Couples get into arguments all the time. Making up is the fun part. What is the craziest thing you have done to mend the fence with you partner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-4843711392815360222?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/4843711392815360222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/mad-hatter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4843711392815360222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/4843711392815360222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/mad-hatter.html' title='Mad Hatter'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-1684235917202889468</id><published>2009-09-10T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:22:13.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intellectual Seduction</title><content type='html'>Would you date a man or woman that could not stimulate you mentally? You need someone to challenge your mind. I will not settle for anything less than an intelligent man. It is important that he can takes me places mentally that push me to stay motivated and focused on my goals. I want someone that can support me mentally. What can I say I am a sucker for a man with a brain! He definitely turns me on. He captivates my mind and never loses my attention. How can you talk to someone who constantly feels everything is going over their head? They will drown and how could you save them? Intelligent conversation keeps you interested in your mate I love to hear what my baby is thinking. I am always eager to hear what the wheels turning in his head are mashing out. Can you handle an intellectual eruption?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-1684235917202889468?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/1684235917202889468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/intellectual-seduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1684235917202889468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/1684235917202889468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/intellectual-seduction.html' title='Intellectual Seduction'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-5102991317243956315</id><published>2009-09-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:21:09.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-Edged Sword</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes Topic:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is it when men sleep around they are considered playas but when women sleep around they are considered hoes? Men can have a harem of women and no one bats an eye. Women on the other hand are considered lowly for participating in this type of behavior.  Separate but not equal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-5102991317243956315?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/5102991317243956315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-edged-sword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/5102991317243956315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/5102991317243956315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-edged-sword.html' title='Double-Edged Sword'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7012449871576531850</id><published>2009-09-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:17:46.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Engagement</title><content type='html'>How long do you make a man wait before he gets the cookies? What is the rule in your rule book? Is it 3 months or 3 dates? Some men are wolves in sheep’s clothing. Let’s say you take it as far as making him wait a year. More likely than not he is sleeping with someone while he is waiting for you! After the year is up you give in to him and surprise he is an asshole. Now what? The rule seems more like a defense mechanism in which you do not want him to think ill of you if you sleep with him before the designated time. How long is too long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7012449871576531850?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7012449871576531850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-of-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7012449871576531850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7012449871576531850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-of-engagement.html' title='Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-7364938736343206454</id><published>2009-09-10T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:59:57.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes:&lt;/strong&gt; Men how far would you go 2 impress a woman the 1st time you have sex? If things didn’t go as well as you planned, what would be your excuse? There you are it is your first time with this special lady the candles are light and your temperature is rising. You taste her caramel kiss and it sends shock waves through your body. When it is time for everything to go down somewhere you falter. How do you rebound from that? Sometimes you only get one chance to make a first impression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-7364938736343206454?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/7364938736343206454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7364938736343206454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/7364938736343206454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-night.html' title='First Night'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027655095340489562.post-501422843225911103</id><published>2009-09-10T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:45:10.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Sexes:&lt;/strong&gt; When you are with your friends and you see someone of the opposite sex you like how do you decide who steps to them? It seems like the shark gets all the fish. If you sit back and observe you may observe one of your friends walking off with your potential mate. So you are in the club and you spot a cutie and so does your girl how do you decide which lovely lady gets his number? Personally, I let him choose who he wants to talk to. My thing is my light will shine no matter how matter other stars are around me. If he steps to me then she knows what’s up if not then it is his loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027655095340489562-501422843225911103?l=sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/feeds/501422843225911103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/batter-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/501422843225911103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027655095340489562/posts/default/501422843225911103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com/2009/09/batter-up.html' title='Batter Up!'/><author><name>Sweetnectar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17426115310676013733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
