Happy Birthday Japaneseass
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Publié :6/9/2018 5h36
Dernière mise à jour :6/9/2018 17h15 5345 vues
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Saw a post about it yesterday. Here's to wishing Japaneseass a very happy birthday. Here's hoping you have a great day, a great year and all the fun you can handle.
Happy Birthday.
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I've Rambled, now I Rant.
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Publié :5/9/2018 14h53
Dernière mise à jour :6/9/2018 5h32 5719 vues
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I rarely in a bad mood, but for some reason I was just testy all morning. While I have settled back into my normal mood, I thought just to make sure it was all gone, I should rant about something. But then, like a lot of times, I just couldn't think of anything to bitch about. Luckily an idea came to me. I could just combine some of the complaints I see on here, some periodically, some almost daily, into one rant.
Rant ON....
so tired of wondering if my dick size is the correct size, or should I get a dick reduction for the ladies who like it smaller. I can't tell because it seems no one wants to see a pic of it, though I keep sending it out. It has to be a part of the reason why no women at all have ever responded to a message on here. I retaliate by just sending out mass emails, bitching about being turned down, let them all know what they're missing, before they even reject me..It saves time.
Time that just wasting being on this site. Not that I don't have time, God knows I don't waste it reading all the profiles. That would just impede my progress in trying to figure out why there are 28,118 people on IM, but none of them have responded to me. thinking there are just 28,117 bots on there. the only one that's real!!! No wait, one responded. Crap, she's asking for money. It's either a scammer or professional. This site should just wave it's magic fucking wand and get rid of that once and for all. It should be easy.
Easy, ha! Why the hell can't I find the easy women on this site..you know those that I email with a "hey baby, horny as hell", and they respond with "Thank god I was hoping someone was...I'll be right over". I like it easy. Not all complicated like having to fill out a profile. The thought of having to type more than just.." a dude"..on my description, with a "I want a woman" on my ideal person just eats my lunch.
Speaking of eating. What is the deal with this site eating words off of my post. I type out , "While I was having fun under a tree, having sex, my dick filled and full, with emotions like splinters of my soul...A week later I go back and read the post and it says..While I was having tree, sex, my dick filled, with splinters.
I would have added more of the women's complaints, but not a woman.. a dude...READ my profile. It's right there in the description.
Feel free to add in anything I missed. 
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Solitary Man
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Publié :4/9/2018 13h16
Dernière mise à jour :7/9/2018 4h55 5459 vues
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I took my daughter to the airport this morning. She's going through a nasty divorce, so I fly her down once a month to spend time with family. We've obviously talked a lot about relationships, love, and all the peripherals that go with it. While we were driving, she made a comment about how she wishes she could just get it together and make it easy like I do. I laughed, and told her that was just an illusion that I've gotten good at living with. She looked puzzled, but we were pulling up to the drop off, so she just said, well you know going to want you to explain that one.
I've been thinking a lot about relationships, mine in particular, over the last few weeks. This conversation, and knowing going to have to explain my comment to my daughter, made me delve deeper into the quagmire this morning.
The illusion, in it's most basic terms, is that while I happily divorced, not always happily single. About 13 ago, I gave it a lot of thought, and decided I would never remarry. Since that time, I've been faithful to that decision. It's not that ever truly unhappy, bouts of loneliness are few and usually short lived. It's more of a thought that missing something.
I have had a few longer term relationships, exclusive. I have had some FWB's, that were actually friends, some I still talk with from time to time. I've dated women that I never had sex with, and I've had a couple of "fuck buddies" that just wanted to use me. (thinking night moves by Bob Seager, "I used her, she used me, But neither one cared" ) Even been a third wheel in a couple of couples relationship. While I have been known to see more than one lady at a time, better in relationships if it's just concentrating on one woman at a time. I swear I don't know how polygamists can do it.
Some relationships ended because they moved away, a couple because the feelings just kind of fizzled, but most have ended in the same manner. Her wanting to take it to the next level, and me being faithful to my decision 13 ago. It's what the song I wrote, Take Me as I , is about. They tell me what they need to live, and it's just the one thing I can't give.
Delving deeper into the illusion, comes the thought, is it really what I want? While I can honestly say, I don't see the purpose of getting remarried at my age is, it doesn't mean I couldn't stay with one person for the rest of my life. Or that finding that one person wouldn't be a great thing. Personally, I don't need to be married to be faithful, have never cheated once. If I say exclusive, exclusive. Yet I know, not all feel the same, and the commitment means more to some people. not saying they're wrong. My resolute decision has admittedly cost me chances of that kind of relationship in the past. I like saying resolute, instead of hard headed and stubborn. It makes me sound more philosophical about it.
Now, after 13 , the part that is no longer an illusion is this. In any relationship that will stand the test of time, there has to be compromise. While I tend to be a giving kind of person, I have gotten very used to doing things my way. Simple stuff, like if I get up on a Saturday and want to drive down to the beach, I pack up and go. If I'd rather lay in bed and watch a movie, good to go. I don't check with anyone, see if we have other plans. While that example may seem petty, I thought so after writing it down, it is a concern to me. And not just because of my freedom, but because to me, that isn't the mind set that screams successful relationship.
sure over time, those ideals of freedom could be proven irrelevant, and I would overcome, what I consider to be a selfish mindset. Being single, has afforded me the luxury of that selfishness, but has it rewarded me with the happiness it was suppose to provide? I've had girlfriends who say, it doesn't matter to them, I'll always be free to do what I want. My argument is always, that wouldn't be fair to them. Not to mention, not sure that mindset would last, nor would I want it to.
So, yeah I laughed when my daughter said easy. Relationships or the lack of them , is rarely easy. Some would argue at least you had some relationships, I would counter with, did I? Or did I just have long term flings with ladies that i liked to be around and maybe even loved? Have I come too far to change my mindset? Do I just keep going like I , thinking that with blind luck, I run across someone who feels the way I do about marriage. I don't know, but it's running through my mind more so now, than when I started writing this 20 minutes ago.
Until I figure it out in my head, I guess I'll just keep on being the Solitary Man.
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I was born a rambling man...
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Publié :2/9/2018 18h56
Dernière mise à jour :3/9/2018 13h35 5107 vues
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I'm sitting around the house, relaxing, drinking some wine, thinking. That's always a dangerous combination with me. Since the blogs seemed a little slow tonight, I figured I'd just ramble on with some thoughts I had today. I got on this thought pattern because again looking through some old folders on the puter, I found one of my old profiles from here.
So rambling on...fitting it. I have never liked the thought of fitting in, was never good at it. All my life people have told me I'm different. I'm always like, different how. Like I don't belong to the species? It wasn't till years later, I came to the conclusion, yeah I don't really see things, like most people do.. that either makes me unique, or crazy as a loon.
The topic came up on the advice line about how everyone was exaggerating on the profiles, so I changed my profile. Part of it was...
While the thought of fitting in actually makes me cringe, I thought I might redo my profile to match some of the stories I've heard from ladies I've met on here. So, here we go. Let's talk about ME!
I once swam the English Channel. Under water and swimming backwards.
I am independently wealthy. I just continue to work because of the sheer enjoyment I get out of busting my butt.
I have the body of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Although I might clarify, he was only 12 when he was built like me.
All women find me irresistible. I know this because I asked every woman on the planet individually. Took almost an entire week, but again, being independently wealthy allowed me the time to complete the task.
I only have the ability to type one line emails, usually consisting of just a "wanna get laid" format. I'm pretty sure this works and will continue spamming profiles with it because I know that's the way to every woman's heart.
I am way above averagely endowed. If I seem smaller in person it's just the glass of ice water I drank right before I met you caused shrinkage.
Ok, so maybe those aren't all exactly truthful descriptions of me. Lets just forget about the "fitting in" routine.
That one actually got a lot of good comments in it's time. Not that much different though from what I see on here nowadays.
More rambling...do you ever change up your profile. I tend to tweak mine quite frequently. The age thing being the most recent. And it's funny, while I'm pretty sure most women don't set there age parameters to between 35 and 98, I get lots of messages, flirts and IM. Maybe they're just looking for the experience that only a 96 year old can give. LOL
I don't really have a question here...is one actually required? Am I breaking any sacred passion blog rules by not asking a question? I could throw in a random dick pic question, or discuss whether there's a difference between a bad boy and a wild child. But to be honest...I'm just rambling. Oh...and drinking wine.
So, feel free to ramble away, address the post or just respond with your own ramblings. Or hell, just ignore my ramblings. It's all good.
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Methods of Attraction..or Fluffing the Feathers.
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Publié :31/8/2018 19h17
Dernière mise à jour :3/9/2018 18h36 4893 vues
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very comfortable being me. It's not a game I have to . It's not a persona I have to try and uphold. just me. really no different on here, than I in person. And to me, that's just what works, both on this site and out in the public.
Are you the same here, as you are in public. Do you act differently to get noticed on the site? No judgements here, just thoughts about whether you pursue the opposite sex or partner the same in public as you do on here.
As we do most Friday nights, I take my daughter out to eat. At one of our favorite places, where we went tonight, they hired a new manager a month or so ago. A good looking Korean lady, who we both talk to and have gotten to know one another a little. And yeah, me being me, sure I've been flirting. Tonight, when my daughter went to the restroom, she came over and started talking about how bored she was these days...didn't really do much on her days off but sit around the house. I simply say, well that's no fun, when's your next night off? Lets go do something fun. She says that would be great, gives me her cell number and we have a date for next Thursday.
Point being, it's really no different than when I approach someone on this site, that interested in. We introduce ourselves, we talk a bit, flirt a bit. We move on to the next stage, or decide it's just not a match. But just like in public, the same guy the whole journey. It makes it easy and simple for me. No drama, no complications.
Reading some of the posts, I have to assume not all guys talk or act, in public, like they do on here. hahaha. Who knows maybe wrong. sure that could be said for some of the ladies as well.
But do you feel you approach someone you're interested in differently on here, than you do in public?
Do you "embellish a little, or hell, a lot? (just a footnote, if you didn't know this already, women can sense bullshit a mile away. )
Have you ever showed up on a first date and thought, wow, this isn't even close to who I thought they were. Good or Bad.
Do you ever think or plan about how you're going to attract some one?
This is probably more directed at guys on the site, partly because there's such a lopsided ratio of men to women. But ladies sure you can relate to this from both sides. It just seems men seem to act a lot differently on here, than I would imagine they act in public.
Note: for any and all, gay, bi, bi curious, trans..just substitute partner for him/her where I input my preferences. Not trying to exclude your input 
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Now something on a lighter note.
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Publié :30/8/2018 20h48
Dernière mise à jour :1/9/2018 16h16 4703 vues
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I had a dream one night, well to be honest a repetitive dream on lots of nights. I was on a beach. It was night now. The sun was gone and all that was left was the sand, the sound of the waves and the steady, warm breeze over the gulf. You know...some of the best moments on the beach. When it feels like there's nothing left in the world except all the world that surrounds you. Engulfs you like nothing you've ever felt. It's like you can smell the freshness of untouched air, completely lose all thoughts, concerns or worries in the sounds of waves, crashing against an abandoned shore. Looking up, it feels like if you reach, you could touch the stars.
As i meander through this little piece of heaven, I suddenly realize a hand in mine. Soft, like a rose. Holding on loosely, yet tight enough not to get lost in this moment. I turn to look at you, but you're lost somewhere in the night. Your hair playing with the wind, the scent of you, completely vacant a second ago, now overcoming the sweet smell of the salt air. I suddenly know you, though I've never met you. You're as familiar as breathing, yet I can't even see your face.
We walk, without talking. Just enjoying the night sounds of the wind and waves . The cool sand beneath our feet. The intimacy of where we are in this place, this time. I know I want to kiss you, I can sense, you want to be kissed. Yet somehow, it's just outside of my grasp. I want, no.that's not right, I need to see your eyes. To gaze into your soul. But again, I just can't find them. It's a dream, I tell myself, yet how can i feel this so deeply if there is truly nothing there.
We stop. thinking this is the moment. I really need to see you, touch your face. As you turn, the sound starts to dim. The waves, slowly fade into the night. I look up for a second, just to make sure still here, and....you're gone. But in reality, you're really not. You're always there. Because though I've never kissed your lips, or ever touched your face. I know I've always loved you, somewhere in my mind.
I should turn this into a song...hmmmm guess i already did.
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Nature vs Nurture
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Publié :30/8/2018 13h31
Dernière mise à jour :31/8/2018 6h55 4580 vues
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Most of the time, blog ideas just come popping out of that rarely idle madhouse that I call a brain. Sometimes though, reading through the blogs will spring an idea. This post is from the later. It's more about multiple posts, about different outcomes, that I wonder at times aren't all related. Can a lot of them all be tied to how we interact? And is how we interact based on how we were raised, our base personality or just influences over time. Does this influence how we speak/interact with the opposite sex?
Some background about me, because without a doubt, I know me better than I know any of you. My two biggest influences on how I interact with people.
I was raised by a Dad who was a drill Sergeant. (yeah that was fun) He raised us to be the toughest kids on the block. There was no weakness allowed. That said, he also taught us to always be respectful. Especially when talking with women. Though they found they didn't love each other, later in life, I never once heard my dad talk to my mom with anything other than respect.
My grandfather was an school country boy. Bear of a guy. He was known for doing, strength tricks in the country bar we'd all go to. Yeah they let us kids in too. Everyone had a healthy respect for the guy. Yet, I never once saw him throw his weight around. Always friendly and respectful to everyone.
This is how I was raised to act, and I'd also say it's just within my nature.
So to apply this to those age passion questions and posts. My questions and my responses to those questions.
Question: When you can easily look around and see women just aren't impressed with the one line message, "Hey saw your profile, wanna fuck?". Does anyone actually believe this is the best approach to meeting new partners?
Me: I have pretty good luck with a respectful approach up front. I find there's plenty of time for some dirty talk later in the relationship. Mainly, because we actually met instead of my message just hitting the trash pile.
Question: The never gets bad boy question. Do you have to be a jerk to pick up women, cause all the women are attracted to bad boys?
Me: I've been and maybe still to a point, a wild child. That said, I can't say I've ever had a lady tell me they weren't interested because I was too respectful. There's always a place for a little of the "bad boy" in bed, just not in the same meaning it seems to be associated with.
Question: Does being respectful make you weak?
Me: See above reference to the two guys who shaped me into who I am.
Lastly, and probably the main question, is it a Nature vs Nurture thing? Do people act this way because that's just the way they were raised. Is it because it's just their personality type. Did experiences in their life, or just their experience on sites like this, influence their behavior?
I always try to be respectful, and yeah at times I fail. Rude people can make me forget who I am at times.
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How to fight loneliness
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Publié :28/8/2018 14h45
Dernière mise à jour :26/9/2018 11h25 9665 vues
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I was driving around today listening to my eclectic list, and the song by Wilco came up. How to fight Loneliness. And as is my nature, it got me into overthinking a situation.
I've been what I refer to as "Happily Divorced", for about 13 . During the last 13 , I've had a few Semi-LTR, but mostly just FWB's. I was asked by one, if I ever get lonely. I replied with, often alone, but rarely lonely. I go to the beach during off season by myself for a couple of days. Just to be alone. Do some fishing, reflect on my life, and just enjoy the solitude.
That said, there have been times when I start to feel lonely. Start thinking maybe I need to rethink my position on finding a LTR. Someone to spend time with, grow with, explore the next stages of life with. Of course then I get a nagging reminder. While, humbly, pretty good at most things I do, I absolutely suck at picking the right woman. It's like I have a broken lady picker, and a crazy lady magnet embedded somewhere within me. So in the past, when I did have a time of loneliness, the results of my finding a partner in crime just drove me further into, thinking it's better to be the solitary man. (another good song) Though lately, the nagging has been slowly rearing it's ugly head.
So for all the single people here, or those in a relationship can answer as to when they were single.
Do you find yourself lonely most of the time, or just alone?
Do you find yourself, forcing a relationship, that you know probably won't work, just so you're not alone?
Anyone just absolutely set on the idea of riding out the rest of life alone, with some "friends" along the way?
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Plato's Game
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Publié :25/8/2018 15h02
Dernière mise à jour :29/8/2018 5h45 4419 vues
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My earlier post today got me thinking of this. If you couldn't tell from my profile name, or some of my posts on here, I enjoy looking at different aspects of life, love, emotions and relationships from a philosophical viewpoint. My profile name comes from a idea of Plato's, which is referred to as Plato's Cave Allegory. It became sort of a game I play, both with others and by myself, to explore my thoughts and perceptions.
In short, the cave allegory is this. Three people in a cave, chained to a wall. They can see nothing except the wall in front of him. Behind them is a fire, which casts shadows on the wall, of the objects/people that pass by on a walkway. Their perceptions of reality are based upon those shadows that they see, and/or things they hear that are associated with the shadows. Plato suggests that the prisoners would begin a ‘game’ of guessing which shadow would appear next and goes into their perceptions of those shadows. When one is released and ventures out into the world, he discovers that how he perceived many things was wrong. His perception is changed by the new stimulus.
This is merely a brief explanation of the allegory, but I really don't want to produce a thesis on this topic here. It is enough though, to give a idea to the question/idea's, the game, that I wanted to share. I have found and still find, perceptions changed from things/people I see in the world. Differing from the shadows, or perceptions that I have accumulated over the years. passion has however, given me some of the best examples for me to play with. This place is a smorgasbord of ideas. From posts on these blogs, to comments on pictures, to profiles. hahaha
So, while on this site, have you found any old perceptions changed? Any confirmed? Have you found a certain aspect of sexuality that you held, changed or tweaked? Anything about your preferences, when it comes to people, sex or relationships?
While this can be a deep exercise, I recommend keeping it light and fun.
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How old are you?
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Publié :25/8/2018 11h20
Dernière mise à jour :17/9/2018 16h47 4485 vues
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There's that question a guy isn't supposed to ask. But this is for both women and men.
I get some crazy responses to emails about my age. Had a couple of ladies accuse me of being a bot, scammer, what not, because they didn't think my pictures matched my age. LOL.
I had a semi-long term relationship, that's new I just made it up. It will be referred to as a S-LTR. Any ways, she lied about her age on here and in life all the time. But the difference was, just lied up, not down. She was 39 and told everyone she was 49. Her profile read 49. Her reasoning, was then "everyone tells me how great I look, wow you don't even look that old, etc." haha.
Anyways, how important is age to you? Do you ever lie about your age? As you get older, do you feel age matters less, more or no change?
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Really, another one gone?
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Publié :23/8/2018 19h13
Dernière mise à jour :25/8/2018 11h05 4279 vues
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Just read that Ed King, guitarist and bassist for Lynyrd Skynyrd died on Weds. Was one of the guys who wrote , Sweet Home Alabama. Loved their music when i was young, still play a few of them.
Sad to see them keep dropping. Rock on Ed.
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Found this in a old song folder
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Publié :23/8/2018 18h30
Dernière mise à jour :31/8/2018 5h25 4135 vues
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In case I never said it, don't think I have. I was on here a few years back, under a different name. Didn't do much blogging, except for the song blog. Was active on the magazine advice column though. I don't see many trolls on here these days, but back then, the advise line was filled with them. One was always logging on, trolling the ladies, causing problems and basically just being a dick. Not a big country music fan, though I love me some Johnny Cash. Was in the Johnny mode and the song Rawhide, came to mind. So I jotted down this version for him and posted it. Can't believe I still have it. hahaha
Just for fun, and to break away for a minute from my usual philosophical mindset, I decided to post it again.
Sung to the melody of Rawhide, by Frankie Laine. Some of you younger people might have to look that up to get the beat.
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Inner Beauty
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Publié :22/8/2018 15h56
Dernière mise à jour :31/8/2018 5h28 3946 vues
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I tend to be very good these days of not living off set beliefs, that something is the way it is, just because that's how I've always perceived it. I also try to always keep an open mind, in case my concepts need to be adjusted, validated, or changed. Today was an epiphany of sorts, showing me that even some of my oldest perceptions aren't immune from being revised.
Before I get into my encounter this afternoon, let me preface. I've heard many ladies talk to me about inner beauty. Even from a male perspective, I could somewhat understand what they were saying. I've heard that "no, he's not that good looking, but he's just a wonderful guy". Well sure, that's got to count for something. I hang out with a married couple that I've known for years. She's not ugly, but in my eyes, always sorta manly looking. The husband, who could easily be a male model, says she's the most beautiful woman he's ever known. And she is a great lady, but to be honest, in the back of my head, I'm pretty sure I didn't really get it.
So, I would say I kind of understood what the attraction was, and vaguely understood the concept of inner beauty. Never really gave it much thought from the other side though, until this afternoon.
A friend called me up the other day and said, dude, I've got the perfect girl for you. Blonde hair, blue eyes. She used to be a cheerleader, she's a knock out. Smart, good job, she's a RN. She saw a picture of you from when all went to the beach last month and asked if I would introduce her to you. I'm like, I hate blind dates. But hell, it sounded pretty good so I agreed. Got her number, called her up and talked for a bit. Sounded cool, agreed to meet for a early lunch/dinner today, since she had to work tonight.
So, we meet at the restaurant and for once there was no exaggeration. Great looking lady from head to toe, great smile, beautiful eyes. I'm thinking to myself, well glad I accepted this one. We get a table, order some apps and start talking. The first part of the conversation was pretty much like any other first meet, conversation a little jumpy, starts and stops. She finally tells me she's just really nervous, and has a hard time expressing her thoughts and feelings because she hates being judged. Waitress interrupts and we order our meals. Then i tell her, I try not to judge people and please just be yourself. Oh man, if I could ever have any words back.
Within, five minutes she's going on about how she hates the department she works in because of the "types" of people there. I tune in. In the time it took for our meals to get out, I think she insulted every race, religion, height, weight, eye color , you get my drift, known to mankind. Being sort of a troublemaker, I ask her, so where do I fit in on your check list of acceptable. She says, well so far so good, you're attractive, not fat, I hear you have your own business. I'm thinking, this is going to be a long meal. Food comes, we eat our meals and she just keeps getting more abrasive. I can't even really put it into words, except maybe to say, I've had arguments with people that were less harsh, and she was in a good mood. Enjoying the conversation. Luckily time keeps moving on, and we have to leave. I pay the check and walk her to her car.
Once at her car she asks when I think we can get together for a less rushed date. I say, to be honest, I'm not sure we would really get along all that well.
Her response, verbatim, "Are you fucking kidding me? What are you blind?" Still being nice I respond with something to the effect of no, you're a great looking lady, but I'm also not deaf. Just don't see many of our viewpoints on life matching up. Sorry. She goes into banshee mode and starts calling me names, telling me how I'm going to regret this, I think she even insulted my manhood. Though since this is real life and not passion, I'm pretty sure I never shared a dick pic with her. Finally, I say, Look, sorry if this upsets you, but it's time for me to go. Have a great day. And I walk off.
That's when the light bulb went off, and I saw the "inner beauty" concept from the other side. Also gave me a little insight into the "I just don't respond when I'm not interested". Hell, if the guys are half that immature and volatile about it, I wouldn't either. Again, I've always sort of understood the concept of inner beauty and the attraction. But after spending a hour with a simply gorgeous lady with a complete lack of inner beauty.....
I really get it. No really. I really fucking get it.
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