PERSONAL: WHAT IS THE PLAN OF THE UNIVERSE?

What is the plan of the universe? There are moments in time, infinite moments, when God looks down upon you and says, here you go, this is for you, today it is all for you, yes you, six billion on the planet but today is your day, this moment is your moment, when all of life’s mysteries are revealed to you and only to you... and look! Somewhere ahead is our destination. Straight ahead like a bullet shot,can’t miss it, that inevitable destination of ours... but for some reason, it feels so elusive, slips the mind.

Traditionally, a man and a woman will go through a series of distinct stages in their courtship. There is a meeting stage, a getting-to-know-you stage, a story-telling stage, a comfort-building stage, a familiarity stage, a romance stage, an intimacy stage, a last minute- resistance stage, and whatever else. There is something good and familiar in this. It is the normal progression of a man and a woman, a kind of escalation, higher and higher together.

Except... not with me. There are no stages with me. If I like a woman, if I feel an attraction to her, then all of these traditional stages are conflated into the first few minutes. There is no need to convince her of anything. She is still talking to me because she knows exactly where this is heading and wants it too. Everything has already been presented, dealt with, and transcended. She knows it, I know it, and she knows I know it.

We might elect to travel along the traditional courtship trajectory because it’s fun. But everything is as clear to us as freshly cleaned glass. Pretenses and posturing simply fall away. Hesitation and games are swept aside like yesterday’s dust. I have already said everything I need to say to you with my eyes, my voice, and my words. You will look at me and smile and say, “You’re bad... you’re trouble.” And I will laugh and say, “Ah yes... and I see that you are still right here talking to me.”

I never go on a date with a girl I just met. Dinners, coffees,movies? Nope. I only go on those kind of dates with women I am already sleeping with. Sounds a little abrupt, perhaps, but it’s the truth. Let me explain. Most of us go on dates to test the waters, to see if we like each other, to see if we are compatible, to see how it goes. I already know all this. Her signals, her responsiveness, her unspoken invitations have already told me everything about her and the way it will be. Everything has already been shared and accepted between us.

I am not like other men. I am honest. I don’t play games. If I like you, I will tell you. If I want you in my bed,you will know it. If you give me your phone number, I won’t artificially wait three days. I will call you tomorrow. You know what I am all about. I am no mystery to you at all. Most guys will hide their natural impulses because they really like you and want to give you a good impression. The difference between me and them is that I don’t hide my desires. I can only promise you two things. One, I will never lie to you or play with your emotions. Two, I will take you higher up the slopes of passion than you have ever been.

Other men might be better at telling stories or getting phone numbers or entertaining you, but sit down across from me, my love, for an hour or so and I am without equal. In an hour I can explain your very soul to you. I can take you places in your mind you have never imagined. I can change the night into day and the day into night with my words. I can bring the stars to your feet. I can weave a net that catches us up together, breathless, a luscious wondrous net of words, cascading, tumbling, folding in upon us, a whisper of words to you and to the air all around us, a beautiful anticipation that is impossible for either of us to resist.

There are three things you need to know about me. Number one: I will never lie to you, never misrepresent. Look in my eyes… this is my clear promise to you. Yes, my invitation to you is a strong one, but it is also an honest one. Number two: I promise you will always be comfortable. And I promise you will get home safe. The choice, my dear, is yours. I only desire what you desire. I can only be excited if you’re excited. As for number three, I am absolutely discreet. What happens between you and me is only between you and me. Forever. No one will ever know about it. Unless, of course... you want them to know. In that case, tell the whole world. I am charming and nice, respectful and accommodating, but I am something more. I am a man and I desire you and I will do all kinds of bad things to you if given the time and place.

My intention is to meet someone and settle down and start a family.If that is what you want, we already have something in common to start our journey. I live in Long island and work in Long island.I will share more picture if I feel that we will meet.

In every single one of the long-term, loving relationships I have experienced (oh joyous remembrance!), we were intimate on the very first night. Every single one. And these were women who all said it is something they “would never do.” It is a postulate that men will not respect a woman who sleeps with them on the first night. For me, the opposite is true. In fact, when I have connected with a woman on such a profound level, with such an alignment of our hearts, minds, and bodies, I am mildly shocked (and amused) if it doesn’t occur on the first night. I chalk it up to logistics or circumstances and not to any supposed societal consideration on her part. That barrier between us was transcended long ago.I respect a woman more if she honors the closeness, the intimacy, the alignment we share, with the full knowledge that she can trust me and she shows it with her actions. It makes me respect her completely. It makes me like her immensely. It makes me realize that she, like me, believes in the beauty of life and the everlasting gifts it brings.

I love it when I am in the presence of a woman who can see into my soul and who understands my nature completely. Women are a delight to me; every encounter is a brush with beauty and wonder.

There have been countless times when I am talking to a pretty girl and I know I can have her in my bed. I can see it in her eyes, in the way she touches her neck, in the way she plays with her hair. I can feel it in the air. All I have to say is one or two little words and she is mine, and yet... I just shake her hand and smile and tell her it was nice to meet her and I get the hell away.

Why do I turn away from her? I don’t know. Sometimes, I just can’t be bothered, I guess. I look into her eyes, and there is no mystery there. It’s like I’ve been there before, if you know what I mean... like I already know everything about her, the way she is, the way it will be with her. I know, just by looking into her eyes and observing the way she carries herself, exactly how she will feel in my hands, exactly how she will smell, exactly how she will taste... for I have been there before, I have smelled her before, I have tasted her before. I have heard her stories a thousand times on other lips. I have already touched her body in every conceivable way. I already know what positions she prefers. I already know if she will be animated in bed or if she will just lie there on her back and starfish. I look at her and... well, she is so sweet and she is so kind and I have nothing for her, nothing to give to her, no words to say to her. I can’t even take one step toward her. It’s like the restaurant is open and I am hungry and I have money but I just can’t be bothered to go inside.

Women have a sense of abundance when it comes to sex. A woman can walk into a bar or a lounge and be reasonably assured that someone there would agree to go home with her. Most men do not have this sense of sexual availability, this sense of abundance. They hope it might happen. This is why they call it “getting lucky,” because they are surprised most of the time when it happens. Because women can have sex whenever they want, because they can have that guy and that guy and that guy, they tend to look for something different, something beyond the crowd. They look for, and rarely find, a man of excellence, and an experience that is transcendent, connected, meaningful. What’s interesting is that the more sexual abundance a man has, the more he becomes like a woman. I have begins to view the world with the same weary, yearning eyes of a woman. A simple sexual experience is always an option, and because it is always an option, it is no longer an option.I sees women all around, and yet, like a woman, I am looks for something more.

If I am interested enough in a woman to want her in my bed, then I will want to see her again. I have no desire to become physical with a woman if I can’t experience her fully. I want to delight in her aspect, in her mind—not just her body. I don’t want or need “just sex.” I’ve been there many times before and the landscape can be, at times, bland and boring. Instead, I need to commit to her and the experience freely, entirely, without suppressing myself in any way—even if it is only for one night. Sex with a random woman I don’t really care about, well, isn’t that just glorified masturbation?

I have known the perfumed pillow of many a pretty girl, the kind of girl that men desire. Now I look for something more, something behind the eyes. The way she looks to me, the smell of her hair, and the curve of her body, are all part of the attraction, of course, but her spirit, her mind, her mystique... oh, that is another level completely. I need to desire her mind as much as her body... no, even more than her body. I need to desire her very essence.

There is a light that shines from within certain women, a nurturing light that washes over the hearts of men, cleansing them, baptizing them in a way. In her presence, all is forgiven. What calm radiance! What a gift of grace!

This is the only thing I desire from a woman, the only thing that makes me pause, the only thing that makes me look at her and wonder what is possible with her. It has nothing to do with her outward appearance and everything to do with her transcendent, iridescent, natural beauty. When I encounter a woman like this, I love her so much; I would do anything for her. Well... almost anything.

There are times when I am attracted to people who are not attracted to me. And the ones who want me are not the ones I want at all.Those who you are truly attracted to—on a heart level—are the ones who are attracted to you. The problem is that most of us cannot make a distinction between what we really want for our lives and our surface impulses.Our relationships do not last because our vision is obscured. Women see everything through an obscuring cloud of wishes and expectations and repeated patterns and men see everything through a cloud of sexual frustration. So we find ourselves attracted to anyone who bears a passing resemblance to what we think we want, trying everyone on for size..,,but not me.

We are all starved for romance, for seduction, for passion. We want it so badly that it makes us cry. Oh, how we yearn for a romantic path through our days, for relevance in our lives, for our lives to have an impact. Our hearts ache to be caught up in something greater than ourselves, to be seduced, to seduce ourselves and others, to desire something—anything!—so much that we would die for it.

We have forgotten how to have fun. We unlearn fun. Every interaction with you should be infused with fun. This includes the way we meet, the way we date, the way we are together in bed, and the way we are together in relationship. I love life. I am fascinated and curious all day, every day, and if I ever find myself in the presence of a woman who persists in trying to sideswipe The women I am drawn to possess the same ridiculous love of life and bountiful enthusiasm as me. Oh sure, problems assault them from every angle, just like anyone, but they are resilient enough to bounce back, find their smile, count their blessings, and give thanks again for little things.


Men want sex. And a girl who is too quick to give that up to every man nearby is said to be too easy, too available—in short, what society labels a “slut.” So now let’s look at it from the other side. Women want a strong emotional connection. And a man who is too quick to give that up to every woman nearby is said to be too easy, too available—in short, an emotional slut. So there you go… a Nice Guy is a slut.

Women say they are tired of all the jerks. For once, they would love to meet a normal guy with a normal sense of humor who is nice to them..I read that all the time. Ah, I say to them, are you sure? Within a five-mile radius of where you are right now, there are volumes of nice and normal guys who would be extremely happy to be that man for you. They will shower you with flowers, gifts, and sweet nothings. They will pay attention to your every whim and desire. They will be so nice to you, your head will spin. But you don’t really want that, do you, my love? See? You laugh because you know it’s true.It's like the woman who do porn. They could have any guy they want to support them, yet they have sex with guys on film

What do women want? Let me attempt to answer the question. My answer is this: Every woman wants to be in a love story. Women want the same thing they have always wanted since they were little girls. To be noticed. To be adored. To be seen as lovely. To be celebrated. To be in a love story.

I have known  women —investment bankers, real-estate moguls, company presidents,
visionaries, women of success, women of authority, women who command respect, women who are efficient, knowledgeable, and independent. And yet, in quiet times, they cry. Why? Because they are sad and because they are lonely and because they are in love with love, that’s why. And in those quiet, crying times, do you know what those sophisticated, worldly women say to me? That they would give it all up for romance.Every woman wants to be in a love story. To be noticed, adored,desired… this is a vital element to the heart of a woman, as necessary as air and water. She can’t live without it. Nothing will ever supplant or replace that.

We’ve lost focus. Women and men simply don’t get invested as deeply today as they once did.Instead of mindful commitments, a switch is flipped on and we are in a relationship, and after a few weeks or months or years, the switch is inexplicably flipped off again and, just like that, it is done. We don’t give fully. No matter how sincere and happy and excited we are at the beginning. What usually happens when we enter into a relationship is that we tend to hold back just a little, because some part of us is still unsure. Are we really willing to give up all others forever? For her? For him? Yes, of course we are... but really? Forever? In all of our wanderings, in all of our longings, what we want is simple: to be loved, to be respected, to be adored. And we can’t understand why we are not loved, when we are so sincere, so kind, so accommodating. Oh, how many glad promises have we made to ourselves and to others?