I dangerously tap into memories’ records, a drawer covered with dust and dates from years gone past
I exhale a future of truth, life, love and promise

Dipped in an expanse of emotions,
Drowning into a bed of lies,
Drifting towards a corral, never knowing my prison is masked
An illusion for Shangri-la

My heartbeat has become weaker with trouble’s grip on our time
I exhale a future of truth, life, love and promise
I’m holding on for dear lifeTerry J. Snipes

Yet this grip is slipping, my mind is drifting
And the beating isn’t unyielding
Are we dying?

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When you find out that your friend is having an affair with his girlfriend's sister, what do you do? This situation becomes as sticky as superglue because you and your friend's girlfriend are closer than siamese twins. A choice must be made. That choice is: Never befriend both boyfriend and girlfriend. It leads to trouble.

A friend of mine, let's call him Zodiac Booty Humper, has decided to have an affair on his girlfriend of 4 years. We'll call her Snake in the Grass Hidden. What makes the plot thicken is that fact that Snake in the Grass Hidden tried to sex yours truly up just a few months ago. I should have told Zodiac Booty Humper, but I feared for their relationship. They have... Had some good stuff there.

When I asked her why she was trying to cheat on her boyfriend, with his friend, no doubt, she told me, "That's just me."

What provokes an individual to go to such lengths to receive pleasure? In this modern day and age it seems like Americans have lost control of wants and needs. When we can have out cake and eat it as well, when is enough enough?

Yesterday, while eating lunch with Snake in the Grass Hidden's sister, Dragon Breath Bimbo, I told her that Zodiac Booty Humper was going to bump her to the side for Snake in the Grass Hidden. Of course, that was a lie, but I had a whole plan mapped out. Surely it would go well. I mean, everyone else is lying, how could anyone get upset?

Dragon Breath Bimbo immediately ran to Zodiac Booty Humper to voice her distress and confront him on his awful decision. At the same time this was going on, I called Snake in the Grass Hidden and told her that Zodiac Booty Humper couldn't reach her and needed her to come to his apartment immediately.

What Snake in the Grass and Dragon Breath Bimbo didn't know was that I'd spoken to Zodiac Booty Humper earlier that week and explained my plan. I whispered a few facts in his ear and told him to expect the ambush.

Naturally, my name was brought up when they all arrived on the spot. They called me and put me on speaker phone. The women just knew I was up to something and wanted to expose me to spare their own asses, yet they were trying to rip Zodiac Booty Humper's ass simultaneously.

 When I got on the phone I let all of the information rip. I mentioned to Snake in the Grass Hidden that while her offer to screw her brains out would have been tempting, I didn't want to betray our friendship or my friend's relationship.

Silence was a new character in this story. I'd outted everything and felt extremely well about. Then I said, "If anyone has a problem with what's happened today, I suggest they speak up. Otherwise, stop lying. Be in a relationship or get the fuck out of it."

When Snake in the Grass Hidden asked me why I'd gone through all the trouble to stop the "affairs," and lying, I said, "That's just me."

I wrote on a previous blog about splogging and, somehow the comments lead down a path of logic which states: Money is the root of all evil. Later that transformed into: Pussy and Money are the causes of death, greed, theft, lies and war.

The women who spoke on this topic agreed that each one is tied into another. For example, a man will go out on a strip in search of some poon-tang. The prostitute is looking for money in exchange for sex while the guy is looking for sex in exchange for money. There isn’t one thing that solely fuels this behavior; it’s all multiple conduits to a guilty pleasure or “sin.”

Which came first, the pussy or the money? History tells us (from a Christian background) that Eve first shared a fruit from the tree of life with Adam. After they shared this “fruit”- to my knowledge- they started banging and screwing like rabbits on Viagra. No one fully knows what the fruit was, but I believe it was a metaphor for knowledge of life, sex, and sin. We are all sinners, the Bible tells us, but at that point Adam and Eve didn’t know they were sinners, correct? So, how could Eve seek knowledge of something she had no clue existed unless she was searching for it?

This leads us down many paths towards many subjects, many arguments and many conclusions, but the main question is: Could money exist without sex, and could sex exist without money (money being a symbolism for any materialistic want or need)? Get back to me on this with a comment or e-mail.

Why do people constantly trip and go crazy over orgies, three-ways, four-ways and gang bangs? Well, I know one reason, but never knew the others. I guess I can only speak from my personal point of view.

When I had the pleasure of walking into a sex party a couple of years back, I wanted to join in the fun and say it was something new and interesting that I experienced.

The smell of funky ass, cologne and perfume masked the air. Soft and heavy groans echoed throughout the house almost every minute and anyone who was there, whether they wanted to participate or not, got a little excited.

So why is it that right before I was contemplating taking off my underwear and participating in the greatest sexual experience of my life that I felt dirty?

I ran up out that piece faster than Michael Johnson. But not before I pulled down my boxer-briefs and let 'em all get a whiff of what my one and only future lady would see. This, however, made them more aroused and they begin to attack each other. Why didn't I feel ashamed about teasing these women, causing the men to go crazy and screw their brains out? Wanting the ladies to lust after their quivering loins, like they were lusting after my Rock of Gibraltar. (LOL. Just a little unreal arrogance type of fantacy).

This incident occurred over two years ago, and though I was young, fresh and stupid, I still can't help but feel like that was the most mature I was, sexually. There were almost no boundaries and I could try anything. Fast-forward two years later and I cant make love to a woman while a dog, or fly is in the room. It's like the equivalent of shitting in front of a room full of people. It aint comfortable. Hello, thank-you, and goodbye.

Marketing 101- "How To Make 100 Friends In Less Than 48 Hours!"

Put me in a new city with no friends and I'll show you how I'll make more than 100 friends by the next day!

It seems like a loud and large statement, doesn't it? I know, I know. I'm probably approaching the situation the wrong way. I should probably take this slow. Slow is better, right? Yet, America has far come away from slow. We are always fast-paced. Do you realize that hotdogs- in the bun- are becoming microwaveable? I wouldn't taste it, but none the less, the United States is moving faster and faster everyday. Hell, my title states that I can make 100 friends as fast as tomorrow!

The question you ask yourself is, "how in the hell do you do this?" Some of you might expect a silly payout at the end of a long, drawn out 50-something paragraphs. Although this post has gone long enough already, I plan on making the payout come a lot quicker!

 Quick, quick, quick.

No, there are no payouts at the conclusion of this post. There is only one technique that can be used to make up to 100 friends in less than 48 hours. It might seem awkward at first, but I will give you examples of others who have done this as well as examples of how I've done it.

This post should be longer than 1,000 words long, I will condense it. If this is not as quick as a yelp from an English man sitting on hot coals, don't hesititate saving this webpage in favorites and getting back to it. Or you could print it out and read the rest when you have the time.

The Post!

This, my friends, is perfect copywriting. Notice how I grabbed you. Notice how I caught you and made you want to know the unattainable. This is what all of you should be achieving with your writing.

I hope I didn't disappoint you by not telling you how to make over 100 friends in less than a day. I guess the only way to achieve that is by talking to over 100 people and seeing which one wants to continue the conversation beyond the city street, public restroom, restaurant, grocery store or airport.

But the point of this blog article was not making over 100 friends in a day, it was how to guide readers in like guiding a 747 in to a landing and keep those readers reading. This, my friends, was BLOG SELL 101.

Now, we all learn something new everyday. I am not an expert. I experiment, learn and apply. As an experiment, try starting at least 2 of your blog posts or articles with the same flair as the beginning of this post. Don't hesitate to email me at lrl.advice@hotmail.com and tell me how it went. Or you could leave a comment right here on writingup.com!

Until the next posts, folks, much love, peace and empathy.

We've approached the very last interview in this series. I apologize for the tension that surrounds this last interview. I do not like when people try and throw ass backwards psychology at me in order to justify something that only needs the truth said. If I ask you, "Did you drink my pop?" And you say, "Have you ever drank someone's juice because you didn't know it was theirs?" Then that leaves you open for whip lashes from my tongue. But I am very excited that the young man participated in this very last interview.

Below, I have posted the fourth and last interview:

Jason Jones is a 43 year old construction worker. I give him lots of thanks for taking the time out of his busy schedule to participate in this interview.

Guru Reporter- Hey, J.J.

Jason Jones- Hey, Terry.

GR- You are the very last interview that I am conducting on this subject. So, to a certain extent, you are the most important interview.

JJ- I wouldn't say all that. But we are going to have to speed things along.

GR- I understand. So why don't you call women back when you say you will?

JJ- You don't waste any time do you?

GR- We're losing time with you answering my questions with a question, homie. So why don't you just answer the question, please. (laugh)

JJ- Well, I don't call them because I don't like them. There is no other reason why I wouldn't call a girl back unless I didn't like her.

GR- Why tell them that you will call them back when you know you have no plans on calling them back?

JJ- I just tell them what they want to hear. Come on now, I'd hate to tell them that on the date and have them trippin' on me.

GR- That still doesn't explain why your ass lies. Why not be a man and just tell the truth?

JJ- What's the difference between truth and a lie?

GR- One isn't true.

JJ- Exactly. What's the difference between hiding the truth and a lie?

GR- There is no difference. It's the same thing.

JJ- Exactly. How many people do you know hide the truth? When a chick knows she wants to look for her future husband yet she lies and says she isn't looking for anything too serious, she lied. So why aren't we going crazy on those girls and saying that they lied?

GR- You can't fool me with that fake ass, backwards psychology. You lied and that's the whole damn point of this interview. You are on the stand right now. You are being judged, not females who feel like they have to reserve their feelings so a man wont run away.

JJ- You're taking their side! No! (laugh)

GR- It's not about sides, Jason. The whole point of the interview is asking why YOU don't call women back after you say you will. Meaning: why do you lie?

JJ- Well...

GR- Don't think of a lie! (laugh)

JJ- (laugh) Don't be actin' like you know me.

GR- When people show you who they are... believe them. You've showed me you're a lying, fake psychologist.

JJ- It's like that, Terry?

GR- It's however you think it is. I might be a kind guy, but I don't accept BS when it comes to my interviews. Don't think you can pull the wool over my eyes.

JJ- Okay. I do lie. It's only because I like to see a woman happy and all over me. When I leave at the end of the date I know good and damn well I wont be calling her ass back. But I like that I made her happy at least for a night.

GR- And little do you know you've made her life harder wondering if you'll call.

JJ- That's a woman's problem. Don't think too hard about it. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't.

GR- You do have a point there, sir.

JJ- You damn right.

GR- Thanks for participating in this interview. I'll let you get back to making your money.

I would like to thank Jason for participating in this interview. He was a very good sport. I must admit, I did kinda' tongue-lash him because he rushed our interview before it even started and then tried to use some twisted psychology on me. But I hope all of my readers and newcomers have learned a little from these interviews. Feel free to comment on the others if you'd like.

*If you have any questions that are burning within you, a story to tell or advice to give, please e-mail me at lrl.advice@hotmail.com . I look forward to hearing from you. Your e-mail may be published on LRL.com!

Check out the other posts:

Why Men Don't Call Back After A Wonderful Date- Part 3

Why Men Don't Call Back After A Wonderful Date- Part 2

Why Men Don't Call Back After A Wonderful Date- Part 1

1. Stop having sex
2. Eat more spaghetti

Why don’t men call women back after a "great" first date? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I feel as though I’m on to something new. During an afternoon meal (not quiet breakfast, not even brunch but I got my eat on) with a high school buddy of mine, I bumped into a couple of females who actually paid me, from time to time, for my dating advice back in high school.

One of the women looked me in the eyes, and instead of saying hi, she said, "This guy I was with last night never called me back. What the hell did I do wrong? It was a perfect date."

Unfortunately, I couldn't answer her question on the spot. Instead I referred her to my posts on usavoice.com and advised her to pay close attention to the answers given. I told her my plans of interviewing four different men who have, in some way, shape, or form blew a "perfect" possible relationship due to avoiding the follow-up phone call. Each man will be different, and in turn will give different answers as well as scarily similar answers.

Below, I have posted the third interview:

Marvin, a 34 year old divorced songwriter makes a living writing songs that appears on local's albums. Though he hasn't made his first million dollars, he makes enough to get by... comfortably. He writes lots of lyrics about love and wanted it. Could this all by a ploy to woo a young ladies heart only to sell records and KA-CHING! (cash in)?

Guru Reporter- Wassup, homie? (laughs)

Marvin- Nothing, homie skins. (laughs)

GR- I understand you were writing a song for a new artist coming to town named Mike Black. Is that correct?

M- Yeah, that's right.

GR- You let me read some of the lyrics and you wrote:

"I'll never let you down/ though sometimes you call and I'm not around/ I'll be there soon/ So we can get down"

M- That's my stuff.

GR- This pretty much says, "you might want to call me and talk and I might not come around until I want to hit the skins-"

M- No, no, no. It means that sometimes she'll call and I'll be busy, but I'll always make time for her. And when I do make plans for her I might want to make her feel good.

GR- That's a load of BS. I can't believe you expect a woman to look at it in that light.

M- Trust me, homie, they do.

GR- Well... I guess you've got that one, huh?

M- You know I stole it! (laughs)

GR- Now, the big question is: Do you call women back when you say you will after the first date?

M- Some I do, some I don't. It all depends.

GR- On what? How she looks? What she's said?

M- It depends on how I'm feeling at the time. If I'm on a date with an Asian woman and I feel like Jamaica, I won't call her back.

GR- But you do make it a point to tell her you'll call even though you don't plan on doing so, correct?

M- You're making me seem like a monster, Terry!

GR- I'm making you seem like a liar. And you are. Truth be told, you lie to these females and never plan on calling them back again.

M- Some I'll call back and some I wont. Like I said, it all-

GR- Yes, it all depends on what Marvin wants at that time. And your ass would be balling on the floor crying and writing sad love songs if a woman did that same shit to you.

M- You damn right. But the important thing to remember is, they don't.

GR- So, your decision to not call back is solely based on what type of female you want at the time?

M- Yup.

GR- And if you know what type of female you want at the time, why go out on the damn date in the first place?

M- I need something to write about in my songs, don't I?

GR- You sneaky little dog. (laughs)

I would like to thank Marvin for participating in this interview. He was a very good sport. I eagerly await the answers I'll receive from the last man. A new interview will be posted next Wednesday.

*If you have any questions that are burning within you, a story to tell or advice to give, please e-mail me at lrl.advice@hotmail.com. I look forward to hearing from you. Your e-mail may be published on Love, Relationships and Life!

This post was made when I found out a friend of mine blew a guy off because he didn't fit a certain profile. This woman say's she never gets any attention from men and she would like to have someone who loves her for her and not for how she looks. Okay, so why would she just blow a guy off who doesn't fit a physical profile? This blog entry is giving advice as well as me venting. Much love, peace, and empathy.

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*As always, if you have any questions that are burning within you, a story to tell or advice to give, please e-mail me at lrl.advice@hotmail.com. I look forward to hearing from you. Your e-mail may be published on LRL.com!

Why don’t men call women back after a "great" first date? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I feel as though I’m on to something new. During an afternoon meal (not quiet breakfast, not even brunch but I got my eat on) with a high school buddy of mine, I bumped into a couple of females who actually paid me, from time to time, for my dating advice back in high school.

One of the women looked me in the eyes, and instead of saying hi, she said, "This guy I was with last night never called me back. What the hell did I do wrong? It was a perfect date."

Unfortunately, I couldn't’t answer her question on the spot. Instead I referred her to my posts on usavoice.com and advised her to pay close attention to the answers given. I told her my plans of interviewing four different men who have, in some way, shape, or form blew a "perfect" possible relationship due to avoiding the follow-up phone call. Each man will be different, and in turn will give different answers as well as scarily similar answers.

Below, I have posted the second interview:

This young men is 26 years old with a Bachelor of Science degree in Chemistry. He works out religiously and makes time to call him mother at least 3 times a week and find out how she's doing. His name is Raymond Smith and some women might say, "He's a catch!"

Guru Reporter- How are you, Raymond?

Raymond Smith- Cool, man. I've been working like crazy. I don't understand why people go crazy over salary positions when they get worked to the bone and get the same pay.

GR- But you get a very nice pay. (laughs)

RS- I guess it depends on who's looking at my paychecks. And I'm proud to say, it's only me.

GR- Speaking of being proud of only you, are you afraid to have a woman in your life who'll ask about those things?

RS- Not really. I'm not afraid to show anything of mine. I've never really been afraid of women.

GR- So, why didn't you call females back after a wonderful date?

RS- (laughs) Okay, make me feel like the bad guy.

GR- I keeps it real here at LRL.

 RS- It's not the fact that I'm afraid of women. I choose not to call them back because they don't interest me. It seems like they are only concerned with building a house, dog, kids and happy marriage.

GR- What's wrong with that?

RS- That's something that should be dealt with when the time approaches. Our relationship should lead into it. Let's say we are not supposed to be together forever. She'll get mad because we are not getting married and getting a condo in the Hamptons. (laughs)

GR- So, you're showing that men do have common sense when it comes to love, relationships and life. I'm happy to say that I'm not the only one.

RS- Because men don't rush to settle down doesn't mean they don't know what a relationship deals with.

GR- Is that why men cheat? They know how to be in a stable relationship, but they choose not to stay.

RS- Lot's of men don't care. If I want to sex up that girl I saw at Starbucks then I'm going to because I want to.

GR- That's screwed up. That is such a selfish way of thinking.

 RS- Women do it all the time, they just don't do it as boldly as men.

GR- So, what things turn you off about a woman to make you not call them back, besides them planning for forever?

RS- I can tell when a woman is being fake. I can tell when she is trying to be coy, when she is being slightly stuck-up. I can tell these things. Women act as if men are always lying, but women have lots of skeletons in the closet.

GR- They have graveyards, huh? (laughs)

RS- Yes, Tee. I can't take a woman giving me seven different sides of her in ONE NIGHT! Come on, now. Maybe if she gives me these different view points within a month, maybe. But that seems kinda' bi-polar to me and that scares me as well as turns me off.

GR- But why not tell her this after the date is up? Why tell her that you'll call her?

RS- Men have second thoughts like women do. At first I think to myself, yeah, I'll try and work this out. Then as I get closer to home I think about how she told me she was too classy and ate shrimps and lopsters. When we get to the restaurant she eats like she hasn't eaten in years. Then she has the audacity to mistakenly admit, "I haven't had lobster/shrimp in years."

GR- Thanks for the interview, Raymond. This was a very enlightening interview.

RS- I hope we schooled the females a little on what men do and how we feel. We all aren't dogs.

GR- Amen for that.

I would like to thank Raymond for participating in this interview. He was a very good sport. I eagerly await the answers I'll receive from the other men. A new interview will be posted ever Wednesday.

*If you have any questions that are burning within you, a story to tell or advice to give, please e-mail me at lrl.advice@hotmail.com. I look forward to hearing from you. Your e-mail may be published on Love, Relationships and Life!

Though I consider myself a guru with subjects of love, life, and relationships, it doesn't mean I don't learn more and more everyday. No one person can know everything because the only thing constant in this world is change. And you betta' believe we all receive enough of that (change). Yet, today's post will be about differences.

John Gray's Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus was a groundbreaking book. It taught so many people are the differences in women and men. I find this so true as there are no facts that it isn't. I mean come on, we have an extension of ourselves (men) that women will never have unless engaged in a romantic wrestling match. But there is something I discovered sexual about the male/female difference.

Men are microwaves and women are ovens!

It's true. I know your brow wrinkles and you stare at your computer screen as if you read a typo. No, you haven't. I will share this information with you all so you'll know one more aspect of the opposite sex that you never knew. Of you might have known it and finally have found someone who understands you.

Men The Microwaves

Men are like microwaves in the fact that they heat up easily. A man can see a pair of panties and if they strike the thought of sex in his mind all blood is rushing toward his "magic stick." Like a microwave, men heat up quick and this results in only an imitation of what the oven (woman) experiences.

Women The Ovens

You guessed it. Women take longer to heat up. Yet the result is something so tasteful and traditional. Who wouldn't take steak and mashed potatoes over a bacon burger with fries? Well, I guess it depends on your hunger for the day. Yet, I know it to be true that a woman can see a naked man, get hot and still NOT want to have sex! Men scratch their heads and say, "Me no understand. Why woman not get hot?" This is because it takes longer to get them hot. It takes more effort to sexually overwhelm them.

The question that presents itself in the end is, what was the point of this article? What was it teaching? The simple answer to that question is as simple as the post itself. It was distinguishing the two. So the next time you are with a lovely lady, gentlemen, and they don't put out; maybe you should stay in a little longer. Trust me, if you do it right that oven will heat up.

Oh, and ladies, the next time you're with a guy and he's moving too quick. Move like a snail and make him work for it. Women have to go through a lot of pain to get to pleasure. Consider fellatio: Teeth placement, suction, making sure the mouth is open wide enough. Umm... Surprises without warning! Weird positions (unless your guy is a quick-shot, you'll be there for a while). Make us men work for our beloved two seconds of total bliss. In the process, maybe you'll receive your damn six waves of ecstasy. I'm jealous now.

Much love, peace, and empathy until the next post!

*As always, if you have an questions, comments or thoughts about the posts you read, send in a e-mail to terry.snipes@usavoice.org. Your message and my response could be posted on Usavoice.org!

Why don’t men call women back after a "great" first date? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I feel as though I’m on to something new. During an afternoon meal (not quiet breakfast, not even brunch but I got my eat on) with a high school buddy of mine, I bumped into a couple of females who actually paid me, from time to time, for my dating advice back in high school.

One of the women looked me in the eyes, and instead of saying hi, she said, "This guy I was with last night never called me back. What the hell did I do wrong? It was a perfect date."

Unfortunately, I couldn’t answer her question on the spot. Instead I referred her to my posts on usavoice.org and advised her to pay close attention to the answers given. I told her my plans of interviewing four different men who have, in some way, shape, or form blew a "perfect" possible relationship due to avoiding the follow-up phone call. Each man will be different, and in turn will give different answers as well as scarily similar answers.

Below, I have posted the first interview:

The man I am interviewing does not want his actual name to be posted on the website for personal reasons. He chose the alias, Caring.

I would like to thank Caring Guy for participating in this interview. He was a very good sport. I eagerly await the answers I'll receive from the other men. A new interview will be posted every Wednesday at usavoice.org. Check it out!

Okay, right now I'm sick as a dog bitch licking a woman's period puss while that woman is sucking an uncircumcised penis (I had to be blunt so you'd understand the level of sickness I'm in. New readers I don't normally talk like this right after Sunday)! I had to go home from work early because I was laying down on everything I could find.

You damn right I'm gonna' lay down. I want them to see the pain I'm in. Send my black ass home, damnit! So, after making me work until I was sweating bullets and gagging in patient's faces, the doctors told me to GO HOME! About fuckin' time.

Oh, and where in the world are you going to find people who argue outside and follow that up by sexing on the concrete? Toledo. Well, they were not sexing, but they started kissing one another like he had been in jail for years and just got out that afternoon. What happens to a couple when they fight and try to rip each other's heads off one minute and the next minute they are in love? Is your romantic life that boring that you have to whoop each other's ass for a couple of minutes before you can be intimate with each other? This is a question I ask myself because I could never see myself fist fighting with my girl and then licking her Holiest of Holies only minutes later.

Anyway, this was just something I saw and felt compelled to talk about. Hopefully the next post has more substance and importance to it. Until that post arrives much love, peace, and empathy.

Terry J. Snipes

Love is in the air. Inhale and smell the fish water that seems to be falling on top of your head. Well, it's falling on my head. That's right folks. It's raining. And as I sit here in front of my computer, I long for the company of a mate. How far will this loneliness rack my brain before it culminates in lustful acts later to be regretted? Of course, like all my other articles, I'll present the topic of this article with another question:

 Why do people seek love so intensely that they'll accept settling before being in love?

I'm serious. There was a guy I sparked up a conversation with on the bus a while back. The man seemed very distraught and confused. I smiled and told him that things would get better. He then said the most interesting thing to me.

"I'm just going crazy, man. I can't stand my fiancé. I mean, like, I really get sick to my stomach when I see her, that's how pissed she makes me. But I'm so in love with her. It's like, when I see other couples and all that, I get really happy that I'm with her."

Of course my lips were slightly pursed as I stared the man down. My first thought was to scream, "YOU DUMB ASSHOLE! WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?! NOTHING! BECAUSE IT MAKES NO SENSE!" But instead, I smiled and asked him to explain his logic. As you would guess, he couldn't. He just felt and never thought.

I thought, YOU'RE BSing!

He then told me that his girlfriend is very nice and sweet. She always makes it a ceremony when he comes home from work to rub his back, run his bathwater and have dinner fixed and ready. She has a love for sports, yet never tries to be one of the boys when his friends come over to watch the football game. His friends actually adore her. She is a pretty female, not ugly, or fat (very ignorant and misogynistic of me). So, what's the problem?

The Problem

He never really fell in love with her. He was comfortable. He had found a woman who practically worshiped the ground he walked on. She wouldn't mind cleaning and popping out babies until they created an entire village! She shared some of his views and had great times with him and his FRIENDS. Yet, that wasn't what he was looking for. Yes, he was impressed by her understanding of a man, but he was not impressed by her. Therefore, when marriage is thrown into the picture, he gets sick. He's angry. He thinks to himself, "I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life with someone I SETTLED FOR..."

 Who's at fault? Now, ladies, I know you all too well. You'll say it's the man's fault. While he has chosen to be a relationship that is honest to his predictions, it's not honest to her's. In her mind they are a happy couple, destined to break barriers and become that O' so sought after POWER COUPLE. In reality, he will start to cheat on her in less than a year. Who's to say he has not been cheating on her all this time?

Now it's time for me to half-way sympathize with the guy. Ladies, don't slaughter me, I believe I'm going somewhere with this.

I am not saying that the guy is right in his decision. I am putting myself in his shoes to try and figure out why he feels the way he feels. Now, from my glance at him.. Let's call him Joe. At first glance, Joe seemed very dirty, smelly and overweight. No, ladies and gentlemen, it was not a clean, I'm dressed nicely type of overweight. It was a I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, I HAVE NOT WASHED MY ASS, MY BREATH STINKS AND I HATE MYSELF type of overweight.

I thought to myself, maybe he fears of never being able to have a family. Maybe he thinks he'll never have a beautiful (I never saw the woman) woman who cherishes him the way she does. Does this make his actions right? No. But can you feel what pain he's going through? I hope so.

Conclusion

Although Joe needs to let that woman go, he also needs therapy. She shouldn't have to marry into a lie, not knowing, or maybe finding out in the future, that he will continue to cheat on her.

 Stop and think about the relationships that you are developing or have been in for a while. Did you start dating them because you were lonely and just needed someone to be with, knowing the sparks would never start flying? Or do you feel as though they treat you like a step-child? Do you sometimes wonder when they don't call for up to a day if they are out with someone else? Do they give you quick kisses, and dismiss you? You may be going through something similar to what was described above. If so, please send an e-mail to terry.snipes@usavoice.org. Your view or story and my advice could be posted on Usavoice.com! Until next time. Love, peace and empathy.

Terry J. Snipes

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As always, If you are offended by any foul language hidden and sticking out through my post, I apologize for you having to get the hell over it.

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I was sitting around talking with a friend of mine. Her name is Jessica. Jessica feels like she is overweight. Don't get it twisted, she is not the size of Lindsey Lohan after Mean Girls, but she has a very nice shape. She looks like Star Jones circa de suction.

She sat her silly ass there complaining about a guy not liking her and her feeling like she should just kill herself. And the woman wasn't playing. What follows are the words (some paraphrased) I told my friend and the words I'll tell all of you.

 

The Words

 

I don't care what's wrong with you or how fucked up you think you are, somebody loves you! Don't hide the things that make you you. And if you don't like something about yourself – something that could be changed- change it for God's sake. Stop complaining about it.

If you're buck-tooth, chick, relax! Work hard to get those braces. If not, there's a man on the Internet who doesn't want anything less than a chick who can bite an apple through a picket fence.

Ladies, stop disrespecting yourself. Know that you are beautiful, magical, magnificent, and unique. Don't try and have what those woman have in the magazines and in the videos. A lot of them are not happy while most of them are not real! Some women buy breasts. Why buy breasts when you have socks at home?LOL These model women go to the hospital for exhaustion. A real woman is made of stronger qualities than these built women. Ya'll know what I'm talkin' 'bout. I know women who have 2 jobs, six kids and no man. Shit, she's got too much to do. She's got PTA meetings, after school functions, football practice, and white water rafting. Whatever! Man, is she exhausted! But she's not going to the hospital for it. Hell, she can't. Who's going to watch the damn kids when she's gone?! In the real world, real woman take fuckin' naps.

Please, don't listen to men who talk crap about your flaws when they have flaws themselves. Don't listen to people who open their damn mouths. Their teeth are all fucked up, they say hello and tools come out. Those mother fucking people can walk into Sears and put Black & Decker's ass out of business! They have no room to talk. So, why get all uptight about the words that come out of their boo-boo lips?

Do you realize how wonderful science is becoming? They are making pills to improve everything. Things like that make individuals unique. Those things are a rather large nose. Sarah Jessica Parker has a rather large nose, but the woman is hot ass hell, in my opinion. That makes her unique.

People are out here buying Viagra and breast implants instead of working harder on helping Alzheimer disease. Do you realize that we'll be old with big TITS and DICKS and don't remember what to do with them?!

That's the end of my rant. Much love, peace and empathy!

Straightaway, I starved.
Depraved of nourishment to supplement this temple.

My justification for starvation was clearly sour grapes.
I pretend to need a diet
And wash myself clean of slovenly, spotted spirits
When you are my reason.

You are my reason
For starvation.

My last two ducats lay flat in palm,
And instead of buying food to feed the hunger in my stomach
They provided a train ride to feed the rumble in my heart.

What can I say, my gentle Queen?
You feed me more.

Yes, the title is true. I did go to a studio in order to participate in a nude painting. The beautiful news is: They only painted from my waist upward. This means the whole world would get a chance to see my ball smack and boogina.

When I first arrived to the studio, the couple (a very attractive woman and a weird man) asked me to disrobe. So, I did disrobe, like a snail. I took almost 15 minutes to get my shirt, pants, shoes and underwear off. I felt like that girl did at the end of the movie FAME (for anyone who remembers that movie).

They asked me to lay on my back on top of the pedestal. Then the woman took one foot while the man took the other and they hoisted my knees towards my chest.

"Pretty," the woman said with a smile.

"The optimum feature are the lips, while the ass hole is nonpareil I believe we should focus on the face."

I'm thinking, who uses words like optimum and nonpareil in everyday sentences?

When I was told, I quickly put my pants on, feeling like I was violated. They asked me if I felt uncomfortable and if I felt like I wouldn't want my shirt to be off.

I look at 'em and say, "HELL, You just saw all my goods, I think a missing shirt wont be too bad!"

They painted two portraits of me today. Once was an enlarged portrait of my face and the other was a small portrait of my face and upper torso. They (the paintings) came out pretty good. I was just excited that my ass and balls wouldn't be hanging in some gallery with all my friends walking past like, "now I know what he's packing."

I can't exclude the other comments I received:

You are a tiny man with a large dick!

You have a very nice ass. Such a small waist with a big round ass.

Very nice features.

We love the chin! Yes, we love Terry's chin.

Shut up, you handsome whore!

Well, that's the information for today. I have created a moment like the one from Titanic, except there was no sexing going down. Until the next post, much love, peace and empathy.