If you loved me, things would be different. I would be different. Maybe we would be at brunch right now snuggling in a corner booth and being like, “Oh my god, do you want the last bite? I don’t want it. Have it!” Or maybe we would be lying in bed on our computers and not talking to each other. The air would be thick with tension and you would be eating crackers in bed and getting crumbs EVERYWHERE. God! Who knows what we would be doing this morning. Not me because you don’t love me, remember?!
If you loved me, you would be a well-rounded person. Your skills would include but not be limited to: skiing, kayaking, Nutella eating, orgasm giving, being cute all the time, fitting into a size small in Rodarte, having good music taste and, oh yeah, loving me! You could even put it on your resume. “I’m very good at loving this person. I hope to apply this skill of loving to your awesome company.” If you loved me, maybe you would have an awesome job. Maybe everything would be awesome.
If you loved me, I wouldn’t have to hate you. I wouldn’t have to look at you and get angry for your inability to be content with just holding my hand. Come on, just do it. Just love me. It’s really not that hard. A few feisty comments here and there, a sense of humor and a nice butt is really all I need to keep me happy. But I guess this isn’t about me. It’s about you needing something different than what I can give you. This “thing’ is elusive and I hate it. If they were selling “the thing” that could make you love me forever, I would buy it in a heartbeat. I’d buy two just in case the other one ran out of batteries or something. I would do anything, which makes me hate myself and then you and then back to myself again.
If you loved me, you would fight with me. You would care enough to get enraged. Those months you stopped caring, those months you didn’t mind if I talked to a supermodel, that’s when I knew you had no more love for me. Me: “Hey babe, I’m getting this hot person’s number. Jealous?” You: “No.”
If you loved me, you would’ve let me experience something truly special. You would’ve showed me that I could be loved and that everything was going to be okay. You had the power to do that. You have the power to do that.
If you loved me, I would love you back. There. Uncomplicated. 2 + 2 = love. That’s what everyone wants, right? Uncomplicated “we’re on the same page” love? Well, it could’ve been us. But you didn’t want it. Or maybe you did but you couldn’t. That’s the worst, right? Wanting to love someone but realizing you can’t actually do it. Your brain, your heart, your dick just won’t let it happen. And you’re just left with having to break a lot of people’s hearts.
If you loved me, I wouldn’t have had to write this
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
PERSONAL: A SAPIOSEXUAL IN SEARCH OF SAPIOSEXUAL
I'm not like anyone else you will meet on here, guaranteed. If I can keep you laughing all night you will owe me a second date, deal? Just like any person with eyesight, I know how to appreciate the aesthetics of a good looking woman. But I've never connected emotionally with looks. Sapiosexual in search of sapiosexual! If you don't know what this means and before you assume it is something perverted please check with google. It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside. I am unapologetically attracted to the intelligence in others. It turns me on. If I’m going to be bold and bare naked, I need to be honest. My brain and my ego are warning me to edit and omit a few details, but my heart says lay it out there.The brain is the largest sex organ, and this explains why some people are turned on more by the insights of a person or their personality rather than their physical appearance. They are more stimulated or challenged by the way another person thinks. They are basically in love with the mind. Sapiosexuals know that relationships are more fulfilling when something more than physical attraction is shared. Intelligence is a substance that does not go away and it can be shared forever. If that is not attractive, I don’t know what is…Save the pretty face for somebody else, just give me them brains .It is just difficult to find people of the same wavelength. I find conversations enriched somehow when I learn about something that I didn't know before. Have you ever been in lust or in love with someone’s mind? I flirted with her mind and she danced inside of mine. I love talking about the poetry of Pablo Neruda,movies. stocks, love, and sex and sacrifice. Conversation to me is the ultimate aphrodisiac. It is a dress rehearsal; conversation is foreplay and a window inside our hearts and our lovers. We start to fall in love with the unexpected pause, the short intermission before the plot unfolds. Personal narratives are worthy of being shared. It gives relationships meaning and context.
I needed to get inside your heads and discover what made your neural pathways different than mine. When I was convinced that your temporal lobes could handle the trek inside my cerebral jungle gym, I let them slide in. I was introduced to a Japanese word, “YUGEN.” It is pronounced, yoo-gehn, which is an awareness of the universe that can trigger emotional responses that are too deep and mysterious for words.
Wouldn’t each of us like to have that kind of passionate experience? “Too deep for words.” As I quietly searched for this elevated and mystical experience, I became aware of how powerful it is to be fearlessly open and curious about another person’s mind. The effect is magical.When the brain is alive and working hard, the entire body is fed and primed for pleasure. Imagine sitting on one of those expensive massage chairs and getting kissed simultaneously. Our brains crave an above average level of stimulation and novelty.
If one were to gather all of my ex's together they would see stark differences in personality, looks and interests. One thing they all have in common is their intellect. Some were more in touch with their emotional IQ and some not at all. In the end, they were all so smart and talented in their own ways. The more someone knows than me, the more likely I am to love them.
Chemistry isn’t compatibility. Chemistry is when you physically click together, regardless of how good or bad you are for one another. Compatibility is generally sharing the same values and balancing each other out. That can occur without chemistry.The biggest aphrodisiac in the world is someone who likes you and isn’t afraid to show it.
I needed to get inside your heads and discover what made your neural pathways different than mine. When I was convinced that your temporal lobes could handle the trek inside my cerebral jungle gym, I let them slide in. I was introduced to a Japanese word, “YUGEN.” It is pronounced, yoo-gehn, which is an awareness of the universe that can trigger emotional responses that are too deep and mysterious for words.
Wouldn’t each of us like to have that kind of passionate experience? “Too deep for words.” As I quietly searched for this elevated and mystical experience, I became aware of how powerful it is to be fearlessly open and curious about another person’s mind. The effect is magical.When the brain is alive and working hard, the entire body is fed and primed for pleasure. Imagine sitting on one of those expensive massage chairs and getting kissed simultaneously. Our brains crave an above average level of stimulation and novelty.
If one were to gather all of my ex's together they would see stark differences in personality, looks and interests. One thing they all have in common is their intellect. Some were more in touch with their emotional IQ and some not at all. In the end, they were all so smart and talented in their own ways. The more someone knows than me, the more likely I am to love them.
Chemistry isn’t compatibility. Chemistry is when you physically click together, regardless of how good or bad you are for one another. Compatibility is generally sharing the same values and balancing each other out. That can occur without chemistry.The biggest aphrodisiac in the world is someone who likes you and isn’t afraid to show it.
Ideally I'm looking for my last first date! I'm putting in a serious effort to find the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.In the meantime I am enjoying my life. I hope you are the type that can appreciate and understand this! I own my own home in a great neighborhood, car, etc.. Stable, working. I love to travel when I can. I need someone that will inspire me! Someone that can reciprocate - will focus on making a relationship work, rather than me me me... (I will focus on you you you!)
Monday, August 17, 2015
ARTICLE: Tinder is tearing society apart By Naomi Schaefer Riley NY POST
Tinder is tearing society apart By Naomi Schaefer Riley
Some people still catch feelings in hook-up culture.”
Of all the depressing lines spoken by young adults in the article “Tinder and the Dawn of the ‘Dating Apocalypse’ in the September issue of Vanity Fair, that one takes the cake.
Meredith, a sophomore at Bellarmine University in Louisville, Ky., explains that “It’s not like just blind f—ing for pleasure and it’s done; some people actually like the other person. Sometimes you actually catch feelings, and that’s what sucks.”
To clarify, what sucks is that there is really no room for “feelings” in the current mating culture.
THESE APPS HAVE BROUGHT THE MEN’S “GAME” TO A NEW LEVEL.
Conservatives have bemoaned the hook-up culture that exists on college campuses and the after-college bar scene for years now.
But, as Vanity Fair demonstrates, apps like Tinder have brought us to a new low. From college campuses in Indiana to bars in New York City, men and women are using technology to find available partners in the vicinity, for one thing only: sex.
But this is more than a dating apocalypse. This is the marriage apocalypse.
All of this endless swiping is producing men and women who have an infinite choices of sexual partners with no strings attached. This can’t go on long before it has a serious effect on how you view members of the opposite sex. Examining your options seems to be never-ending these days.
In the past few decades, the average age of first marriage has climbed significantly — to all-time highs of almost 30 for men and 27 for women. And the marriage rates have plummeted. There were 31 marriages per 1,000 women in 2014, compared to 1920, when it was 92 per 1,000.
According to Dr. Susan Brown, co-director of the National Center for Marriage and Family Research at Bowling Green University, since 1970 the marriage rate has declined by almost 60%.
What’s doubly depressing is that has affected the poor more than the rich. For college graduates, the rates of marriage have been almost unchanged. But among those with lower incomes, it’s plummeting, which leads to a vicious circle.
Studies repeatedly show that children born out of wedlock have worse life outcomes — with children born to single mothers more than twice as likely to be arrested for a juvenile crime and a third more likely to drop out before completing high school.
But the Tinder Effect could throw the future of marriage at all income levels into chaos.
Reporter Nancy Jo Sales interviews are almost entirely with college students and college grads. They spend hour after hour swiping through people’s pictures and responding to the ones they find attractive.
THIS IS MORE THAN A DATING APOCALYPSE. THIS IS THE MARRIAGE APOCALYPSE.
As Alex, an Ivy League grad working at an investment bank explains, “you’re always sort of prowling. You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day — the sample size is so much larger. It’s setting up two or three Tinder dates a week and, chances are, sleeping with all of them, so you could rack up 100 girls you’ve slept with in a year.”
It’s hard to imagine how such habits will be broken. Even the formula for success that has been drummed into the heads of middle-class kids — good education, good job, marriage, kids — will not be enough to stand up to 10 years of swiping for sex.
Skeptics will say that Ivy League grads working at investment banks have never had trouble finding sexual partners in New York. I have certainly known my share of them. They would yammer on about how many dates they would have to sit through before expecting sex — three was the max, I recall.
They would have first date, second date, and third date restaurants, representing how much they would spend to get a girl into bed.
It all seems quaint now. These apps have brought the men’s “game” to a new level. First of all, they never have to leave their apartments, let alone spend money on a date. Now it’s just messages like “Send me nudes.” Or “I’m looking for something quick in the next 10 or 20 minutes.”
As one young woman observes, “It’s straight efficiency.”
Some herald this brave new world. Aziz Ansari, a comedian who authored a book called “Modern Romance” with Eric Klinenberg, a sociologist at NYU, argues in Time magazine that “Tinder actually isn’t so different from what our grandparents did. Nor is it all that different from what one friend of mine did, using online dating to find someone Jewish who lived nearby. In a world of infinite possibilities, we’ve cut down our options to people we’re attracted to in our neighborhood.”
But the truth is we are a world away from Ansari’s grandparents, whose relationship was arranged by their families. The families may have cut down their options for them.
But they were interested in producing long-lasting relationships with happy, successful families. People who look for matches inside their religious community to date have something very different in mind than those using Tinder.
Parents who read this article may comfort themselves with the thought that their own children would not engage in this kind of depraved behavior for any length of time.
That their daughters know better than to have sex with a guy they’ve never met who communicates with them entirely in emojis. That their sons have more respect for women.
But the culture matters.
And if a critical mass of women are willing to be used by hook-up culture, because that’s what all the kids are doing these days, it affects everyone’s prospects. Men too are allowed to live in a perpetual adolescence and never find out what it means to put effort into a relationship.
Some people still catch feelings in hook-up culture.”
Of all the depressing lines spoken by young adults in the article “Tinder and the Dawn of the ‘Dating Apocalypse’ in the September issue of Vanity Fair, that one takes the cake.
Meredith, a sophomore at Bellarmine University in Louisville, Ky., explains that “It’s not like just blind f—ing for pleasure and it’s done; some people actually like the other person. Sometimes you actually catch feelings, and that’s what sucks.”
To clarify, what sucks is that there is really no room for “feelings” in the current mating culture.
THESE APPS HAVE BROUGHT THE MEN’S “GAME” TO A NEW LEVEL.
Conservatives have bemoaned the hook-up culture that exists on college campuses and the after-college bar scene for years now.
But, as Vanity Fair demonstrates, apps like Tinder have brought us to a new low. From college campuses in Indiana to bars in New York City, men and women are using technology to find available partners in the vicinity, for one thing only: sex.
But this is more than a dating apocalypse. This is the marriage apocalypse.
All of this endless swiping is producing men and women who have an infinite choices of sexual partners with no strings attached. This can’t go on long before it has a serious effect on how you view members of the opposite sex. Examining your options seems to be never-ending these days.
In the past few decades, the average age of first marriage has climbed significantly — to all-time highs of almost 30 for men and 27 for women. And the marriage rates have plummeted. There were 31 marriages per 1,000 women in 2014, compared to 1920, when it was 92 per 1,000.
According to Dr. Susan Brown, co-director of the National Center for Marriage and Family Research at Bowling Green University, since 1970 the marriage rate has declined by almost 60%.
What’s doubly depressing is that has affected the poor more than the rich. For college graduates, the rates of marriage have been almost unchanged. But among those with lower incomes, it’s plummeting, which leads to a vicious circle.
Studies repeatedly show that children born out of wedlock have worse life outcomes — with children born to single mothers more than twice as likely to be arrested for a juvenile crime and a third more likely to drop out before completing high school.
But the Tinder Effect could throw the future of marriage at all income levels into chaos.
Reporter Nancy Jo Sales interviews are almost entirely with college students and college grads. They spend hour after hour swiping through people’s pictures and responding to the ones they find attractive.
THIS IS MORE THAN A DATING APOCALYPSE. THIS IS THE MARRIAGE APOCALYPSE.
As Alex, an Ivy League grad working at an investment bank explains, “you’re always sort of prowling. You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day — the sample size is so much larger. It’s setting up two or three Tinder dates a week and, chances are, sleeping with all of them, so you could rack up 100 girls you’ve slept with in a year.”
It’s hard to imagine how such habits will be broken. Even the formula for success that has been drummed into the heads of middle-class kids — good education, good job, marriage, kids — will not be enough to stand up to 10 years of swiping for sex.
Skeptics will say that Ivy League grads working at investment banks have never had trouble finding sexual partners in New York. I have certainly known my share of them. They would yammer on about how many dates they would have to sit through before expecting sex — three was the max, I recall.
They would have first date, second date, and third date restaurants, representing how much they would spend to get a girl into bed.
It all seems quaint now. These apps have brought the men’s “game” to a new level. First of all, they never have to leave their apartments, let alone spend money on a date. Now it’s just messages like “Send me nudes.” Or “I’m looking for something quick in the next 10 or 20 minutes.”
As one young woman observes, “It’s straight efficiency.”
Some herald this brave new world. Aziz Ansari, a comedian who authored a book called “Modern Romance” with Eric Klinenberg, a sociologist at NYU, argues in Time magazine that “Tinder actually isn’t so different from what our grandparents did. Nor is it all that different from what one friend of mine did, using online dating to find someone Jewish who lived nearby. In a world of infinite possibilities, we’ve cut down our options to people we’re attracted to in our neighborhood.”
But the truth is we are a world away from Ansari’s grandparents, whose relationship was arranged by their families. The families may have cut down their options for them.
But they were interested in producing long-lasting relationships with happy, successful families. People who look for matches inside their religious community to date have something very different in mind than those using Tinder.
Parents who read this article may comfort themselves with the thought that their own children would not engage in this kind of depraved behavior for any length of time.
That their daughters know better than to have sex with a guy they’ve never met who communicates with them entirely in emojis. That their sons have more respect for women.
But the culture matters.
And if a critical mass of women are willing to be used by hook-up culture, because that’s what all the kids are doing these days, it affects everyone’s prospects. Men too are allowed to live in a perpetual adolescence and never find out what it means to put effort into a relationship.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
PERSONAL; TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
Instead of listing the usual boring facts of life (“My friends say that I’m nice and also funny …”) and answering a million compatibility questions...I decided to sent this message to the universe.
To know me is to love me. This cliche is popular for a reason, because most of us, I imagine, believe deep in our hearts that if anyone truly got to know us, they'd truly get to love us - or at least know why we're the way we are. The problem in life, maybe the central problem, is that so few people ever seem to have sufficient curiosity to do the job on us that we know we deserve. To know me is to love me, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I hesitate to agree with this, at the risk of sounding absurd. To know me is to love me, at least I’d like to believe. I dare to utter these words out loud, to those unwilling to receive?
To know me is to love me, a work in progress indeed. Please don’t judge the humanness,
from which my faults do feed. To know me is to love me, for I’m growing every day. Like a rare and unusual flower, that blossoms in its own special way.
To whom it may concern,
I know you’re out there. And you know you’re out there, too.
I don’t know what you look or sound like, but I do know that you remind me of someone I’ve met before or have seen in a movie or on the subway or at the airport or Yankee Stadium or in my dreams or, come to think of it, perhaps it was on Facebook.
I know that you’re nice and also good. And even though I don’t know what you look like, I can see this nice goodness (or good niceness) in your eyes and in your smile, and I’ve often felt your warm, faraway gaze upon me, particularly when I’m asleep and sometimes in the shower.
The way you look at me is the way that no one has ever looked at me before. It’s like you’re wearing a magical version of those X-ray Specs that used to be featured in Bazooka bubble gum and in the back of comic books, and you can see who I am and who I was and who I will be. And I can also see you in the exact same way. It’s like seeing each other naked without really being naked, although that will come later.
Simply put, we were meant to be. We are destined to be together and we’ve both known it since we were little children right out of a book by Haruki Murakami or a Wes Anderson movie. I used to tell my mother about you and you grew more beautiful with each telling, and she said that we would find each other someday because that’s the way true love works, and then told me to shut up and go finish my homework. Maybe your mom told you to shut up, too!
You’re amazing, and no similes can do you justice because you’re incomparable, but I’ll give it a shot anyway. You are:
… as smart as lots of books (most of which I’ve read) combined into one big book.
… as sexy as Penélope Cruz applying deodorant first thing in the morning.
… as compassionate as thick, natural wool socks in a blizzard.
… as insightful as a four-year-old who has lived several past lives.
… as fearless as Gandhi, but without all the fasting.
… as kind as the fantasy mother in our daydreams about perfect moms who never tell you to shut up.
… as sweet as candy to my soul, sweet you rock, and sweet you roll (thanks, Dave).
In other words, you are “the one” — although there are hundreds, maybe even thousands like you.
But you are the only one* for me.
You’re either tall, short or medium. You have blonde, brunette, black, red or auburn hair, or maybe you wear a wig. You’re thin, average, . You’re white, black, Asian, Hispanic or other. You’re Jewish, Christian, Catholic, Islamic, Hindu, Buddhist, agnostic or atheist ... anything but Mormon or Scientologist. You’re rich, poor or make a comfortable living. You want children or were once a child yourself.
Most importantly — you love me and I love you.
Sincerely yours,
Me
I love beautiful, confident, and sexy women that are completely comfortable being feminine. Are you drop dead gorgeous, healthy, confident, secure, optimistic, sexually open, flexible, giving, intelligent, honest, outgoing (a social butterfly), fun, great communicator (my life is a drama-free zone), understands men, affectionate, sexy, happy, and very feminine? My ideal woman is between 5′-0″ and 5′-9″ tall, slender, and in great shape with a great body, long and straight brown, black, red, or auburn hair, dark eyes, and clear tan skin. Heath, exercise and a healthy diet are a big part of her life.
I love to laugh, tease, and have fun. I am a very playful, outrageous, silly and strong man. I am very confident and used to getting what I want. I want a woman who is used to the same. What ever you do for a living, its something you absolutely LOVE! A great sense of humor is a must! Maybe you have older brothers who still to this day, mess with you and tease you, and you’re just as playful and sweet back to them.
About me... this I find so hard to write. I mean how can anyone describe themselves on a website. What can I say to make the right one want to choose me? But, I will try.
I am a doctor I love helping people! I want a woman who is just as concerned about the welfare and upliftment of others as I am… and… who will support me in my mission to make the world a better place.
My life is about relieving suffering and pain. To wake up everyday and give a little more and be a little better than I was the day before. My life is about learning and growing and helping others do the same. I do it because I love it. For playtime… I love being movies.. I love music and read 2 ebooks a week
I love to travel and see the world. Paris, Germany, Costa Rica, Orlando, Delray Beach, The Florida Keys, Tampa-Rocky Point, etc. I have friends that live all over the world and just love spending my time with people who have the same care and concern for making the world a little better than they found it.
I love to eat healthy and exercise regularly. My health comes first. Having great health enables me to live, love, contribute, grow, and experience life’s blessings as they were meant to be experienced. I love cooking good healthy meals for friends and family!
I am a very spiritual person. You won’t find me in a church… unless its on a historical tour lol. I’m not into organized religion. The Lord dwells in our hearts. I can read the bible and any other holy book and make up my own mind. I’m not interested in listening to dogma from unenlightened people trying to tell me how to be enlightened. I’m looking for a very spiritual woman who looks at all spiritual traditions with respect and without judgement. She’s a big LOVER. She lights the room up with her calm and peaceful presence.
A recent book I read is The Course in Miracles. It's a spiritual book that seems to reverse everything I have ever heard in life. I like it because if I love you to begin with, and see you with a loving heart, I will definitely be more compassionate towards you. Nor will I want to judge you.
To approach life with an attitude of love relieves us from judgement. As a result, I am not waiting to decide on how to treat you based on how you treat me. This also puts me in control of myself and my feelings, and I have no excuse to behave or treat you without kindness and love.
Whenever I respond to someone in a way I feel bad about later, that’s what happens. I feel bad and regret I did not handle myself in a better way. Who needs that?! These kind of emotions can also precipitate a relapse.
To know me is to love me. This cliche is popular for a reason, because most of us, I imagine, believe deep in our hearts that if anyone truly got to know us, they'd truly get to love us - or at least know why we're the way we are. The problem in life, maybe the central problem, is that so few people ever seem to have sufficient curiosity to do the job on us that we know we deserve. To know me is to love me, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I hesitate to agree with this, at the risk of sounding absurd. To know me is to love me, at least I’d like to believe. I dare to utter these words out loud, to those unwilling to receive?
To know me is to love me, a work in progress indeed. Please don’t judge the humanness,
from which my faults do feed. To know me is to love me, for I’m growing every day. Like a rare and unusual flower, that blossoms in its own special way.
To whom it may concern,
I know you’re out there. And you know you’re out there, too.
I don’t know what you look or sound like, but I do know that you remind me of someone I’ve met before or have seen in a movie or on the subway or at the airport or Yankee Stadium or in my dreams or, come to think of it, perhaps it was on Facebook.
I know that you’re nice and also good. And even though I don’t know what you look like, I can see this nice goodness (or good niceness) in your eyes and in your smile, and I’ve often felt your warm, faraway gaze upon me, particularly when I’m asleep and sometimes in the shower.
The way you look at me is the way that no one has ever looked at me before. It’s like you’re wearing a magical version of those X-ray Specs that used to be featured in Bazooka bubble gum and in the back of comic books, and you can see who I am and who I was and who I will be. And I can also see you in the exact same way. It’s like seeing each other naked without really being naked, although that will come later.
Simply put, we were meant to be. We are destined to be together and we’ve both known it since we were little children right out of a book by Haruki Murakami or a Wes Anderson movie. I used to tell my mother about you and you grew more beautiful with each telling, and she said that we would find each other someday because that’s the way true love works, and then told me to shut up and go finish my homework. Maybe your mom told you to shut up, too!
You’re amazing, and no similes can do you justice because you’re incomparable, but I’ll give it a shot anyway. You are:
… as smart as lots of books (most of which I’ve read) combined into one big book.
… as sexy as Penélope Cruz applying deodorant first thing in the morning.
… as compassionate as thick, natural wool socks in a blizzard.
… as insightful as a four-year-old who has lived several past lives.
… as fearless as Gandhi, but without all the fasting.
… as kind as the fantasy mother in our daydreams about perfect moms who never tell you to shut up.
… as sweet as candy to my soul, sweet you rock, and sweet you roll (thanks, Dave).
In other words, you are “the one” — although there are hundreds, maybe even thousands like you.
But you are the only one* for me.
You’re either tall, short or medium. You have blonde, brunette, black, red or auburn hair, or maybe you wear a wig. You’re thin, average, . You’re white, black, Asian, Hispanic or other. You’re Jewish, Christian, Catholic, Islamic, Hindu, Buddhist, agnostic or atheist ... anything but Mormon or Scientologist. You’re rich, poor or make a comfortable living. You want children or were once a child yourself.
Most importantly — you love me and I love you.
Sincerely yours,
Me
I love beautiful, confident, and sexy women that are completely comfortable being feminine. Are you drop dead gorgeous, healthy, confident, secure, optimistic, sexually open, flexible, giving, intelligent, honest, outgoing (a social butterfly), fun, great communicator (my life is a drama-free zone), understands men, affectionate, sexy, happy, and very feminine? My ideal woman is between 5′-0″ and 5′-9″ tall, slender, and in great shape with a great body, long and straight brown, black, red, or auburn hair, dark eyes, and clear tan skin. Heath, exercise and a healthy diet are a big part of her life.
I love to laugh, tease, and have fun. I am a very playful, outrageous, silly and strong man. I am very confident and used to getting what I want. I want a woman who is used to the same. What ever you do for a living, its something you absolutely LOVE! A great sense of humor is a must! Maybe you have older brothers who still to this day, mess with you and tease you, and you’re just as playful and sweet back to them.
About me... this I find so hard to write. I mean how can anyone describe themselves on a website. What can I say to make the right one want to choose me? But, I will try.
I am a doctor I love helping people! I want a woman who is just as concerned about the welfare and upliftment of others as I am… and… who will support me in my mission to make the world a better place.
My life is about relieving suffering and pain. To wake up everyday and give a little more and be a little better than I was the day before. My life is about learning and growing and helping others do the same. I do it because I love it. For playtime… I love being movies.. I love music and read 2 ebooks a week
I love to travel and see the world. Paris, Germany, Costa Rica, Orlando, Delray Beach, The Florida Keys, Tampa-Rocky Point, etc. I have friends that live all over the world and just love spending my time with people who have the same care and concern for making the world a little better than they found it.
I love to eat healthy and exercise regularly. My health comes first. Having great health enables me to live, love, contribute, grow, and experience life’s blessings as they were meant to be experienced. I love cooking good healthy meals for friends and family!
I am a very spiritual person. You won’t find me in a church… unless its on a historical tour lol. I’m not into organized religion. The Lord dwells in our hearts. I can read the bible and any other holy book and make up my own mind. I’m not interested in listening to dogma from unenlightened people trying to tell me how to be enlightened. I’m looking for a very spiritual woman who looks at all spiritual traditions with respect and without judgement. She’s a big LOVER. She lights the room up with her calm and peaceful presence.
A recent book I read is The Course in Miracles. It's a spiritual book that seems to reverse everything I have ever heard in life. I like it because if I love you to begin with, and see you with a loving heart, I will definitely be more compassionate towards you. Nor will I want to judge you.
To approach life with an attitude of love relieves us from judgement. As a result, I am not waiting to decide on how to treat you based on how you treat me. This also puts me in control of myself and my feelings, and I have no excuse to behave or treat you without kindness and love.
Whenever I respond to someone in a way I feel bad about later, that’s what happens. I feel bad and regret I did not handle myself in a better way. Who needs that?! These kind of emotions can also precipitate a relapse.
Friday, August 14, 2015
PERSONAL:IF YOU ARRIVED AT MY BLOG
If you arrived at my profile because: I am one of your matches: Any other reason or I messaged you: You are positively one of the luckiest women in the world. If we are a 0% match, I don't feel like this is a problem because I dated a Nerf football in college and I made it work.
I was born nude, helpless and unable to provide for myself. Not much has changed. Not Really. But I thought it would be fun to say that...I'm smart, loyal and handsome. Not necessarily in that order. I am also a bad spellr. I'm mischievous. I like to get into trouble, but not the kind you can't get out of. I've never gone to jail. I sound like a real catch so far? Huh? Let's keep going. I really don't like to take things seriously, unless the situation calls for it. Otherwise, I love to joke, make fun of people, or be made fun of. I prefer to look at the humorous side of things, otherwise life is sooooooooo boring. I love to find out about people and get to know who they are at their core. I have an appreciation for every one's uniqueness and like to bring that out. I am not very judgmental so people feel comfortable revealing themselves to me. I like to make other people feel special, even if they're not. If I keep going like this, I'm never going to get a date, but on the other hand, if you don't find this funny, we're probably not a match, Which leads me to how handsome and humble I am--two of my finer qualities for sure. I am not your stereotypical GQ model type or what you'll find in most of the clubs in Long Island. I'm not hard on the eyes, but I am more George Clooney than Tom Brady.
For me, the key thing in relationship is trust, honesty, and open communication. I will want what's best for you and I would love it if you want what's best for me.
I'm considered by women to be 'manageable'. Many have attempted to tame me, and all have succeeded in a matter of days. I'm like an old baseball glove, beaten down by life with a lingering leathery musk. It's completely coincidental that I cover my body in mink oil daily.
Our perfect date:
I pick you up in my 2002 Mazda Protege. ES edition. As you enter my sensible, fuel-efficient vehicle, you’re enveloped by the erotic perfume of pine air freshener and cool ranch Doritos. Perched in the cup holders are two wineglasses. On the armrest, a box of Franzia Reserve. We clink glasses, toasting the evening ahead: “Isn’t this illegal?” you whisper sensually. “Only if driving under the influence of passion is against the law” I reply sexily. And with that, my 4-door compact sedan slowly accelerates us into the night.
I take you to a fine restaurant. And as we enter the grand lobby of the Cheesecake Factory we’re warmly greeted by the maitre d, Tiffany. They know me here. By the time we get to our impossibly large booth, you’re already enchanted by the restaurant’s stucco elegance. I watch you struggle with the multi-volume menu. The epicurean possibilities have overwhelmed you. So I take control and order for us. All 237 items.
An endless line of former art-history majors and improv enthusiasts forms a processional of Buffalo wings, sliders and Chicken Piccata, all destined for us. After sampling the Tex Mex Egg Rolls and French Toast Napoleon, you rest your fork, defeated. The luxurious presentation of food continues unabated.
Emerging from your food coma, you ask in a low husky voice, “Can you afford to pay for all of this?” Reaching across the faux-marble table, I take your hand in mine, gaze deeply into your sparkling eyes, and charmingly reply: “I forgot my wallet at home. I’m going to need to borrow some money from you. And by some, I mean a lot.” You are speechless.
Initially, I fear that my words of seduction have rocked you into a catatonic state. But then I notice your eyes looking up and to the right. Towards the entrance. Your yearning desire to pay the bill is clear to me. As is your desire to make out with me in the parking lot of this casual, but upscale, chain restaurant. The sexual tension between us is so thick that we could cut it with one of the many steak knives that litter our table.
But instead of paying the bill, you excuse yourself to visit the restroom. You take your purse, jacket and all other personal possessions with you, saying you’ll return shortly. 10 minutes pass. Then 20. I start to worry that you’re not coming back. But then I remember something that puts my fears to rest. Of course you’re coming back. We still need to order dessert.
What I’m doing with my life
What I'm doing with my life: I'm thinking about opening a topless cleaning service for women. I would parade around older women's homes lightly dusting their trinkets. I would wear white gloves and cut off jeans. Nothing else. The old birds would purr as I would wipe my feathers across their china, making subtle eye contact. I would see the sadness in their eyes, longing for the touch of another. Sweat would bead on my face as she bends over to pull up her diabetic socks. After the brief, shameful sex, she would pay me in quarters and ask if I need a ride home.
I’m really good at
I'm really good at filling out dating site information and correctly making lists! I'm good with numbers and would totally do your taxes ;) (that was sexual). Everything I'm good at is nearly worthless. I can hit a fastball, skate backwards and solve differential equations. I can build a computer from scratch but don't ask me why your laptop has a virus (your dad was looking at naked ladies).
The first things people usually notice about me:my ridiculously long eye lashes. Food gets in them a lot. I stare a lot. It's not that I'm rude or have special needs, I'm just interested how some individuals have lived as long as they do.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, :
I really want to say books are for prisoners. Talented Mr.Ripley. Game of Thrones. LOTR. Crime and Punishment. Sam Harris. Dan Dennett. Kurt Vonnegut. I like my metal loud, my NPR boring and Taylor Swift dead. Pandora is nice, do I look like an arrogant DJ? I want Thai food so spicy it makes my face numb.
But honestly I like to read spiritual books.
Conversation with God by Neal Donald Walsh,
Dr. Wayn Dywer
Dr Deepak
Alan Watts
The Six things I could never do without:
1.) Jebus (correct spelling)
2.) Craigslist missed connections
3.) Coffee.
4.) Interwebs
5.) Pizza over 16 inches across
6.) Legs. I like legs
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Maybe you have loads of responds in your mail box. Maybe you go on lots of dates but always come home disappointed. Or maybe you never go on dates because you believe that all it takes is to meet just one suitable man and that could happen anywhere at any time—there’s no point forcing it. I am sure you have your list of your ultimate Prince Charming! He’s got to be tall, dark, handsome, drive a Porsche and have abs like Matthew McConaughey! He’s got to be super-attractive and we’ll have amazing chemistry and he’ll call you everyday and buy you beautiful gifts!
Unfortunately, ladies, it doesn’t quite work that way. Even Charlotte from Sex and the City learn the hard way.. While the show is fittingly fantastical, the scenario proves a point. Charlotte is happily married to Harry, a balding Jewish lawyer with a flabby butt who speaks with his mouth full. He’s the love of her life and she can’t imagine being with anyone else. But rewind a few years and she was married to Trey, who checked every box on her list He was tall, dark, broodingly handsome, and rich.. But her Prince Charming turned out to be a dud in the sack. And their marriage turned out to be a dud too. No happy ending there. Hence she had to chuck out that list and start all over again with entirely different criteria. Not lower, or ‘settling’—just different.
I had a similar situation. I was married to a woman who had everything on my check list. She was absolutely gorgeous, a physician as well like myself. younger than me...ect. And my marriage didn't go well. I throw out my check list and I am looking for something different. I have an amazing life, but probably a lot like you, I am here hoping to round out my world with an honest, sincere, fun loving person who will share the warmth and companionship of a meaningful relationship. I am looking for my Charlotte.
Its so hard to find any woman now who has a heart, and willing to give up everything for love. Charlotte in the show went so far as to change religions for Harry, converting to Judaism, an act that could be seen as a way of subsuming herself just to please a man. Does that necessarily make her the perfect mother and wife, the dream of every man who’d prefer not to be challenged by a woman? Many of us like to think that “difficult” women are somehow superior to easygoing ones . But even if — or maybe because — Charlotte has sometimes seemed blindly hopeful and optimistic, she’s the show’s most demanding character. Her attitude toward love and sex isn’t as casual as that of the other three, and her expectations are definitely higher — she seems to want more out of life than any of them, a tough bill for any ordinary man to fill.
Of the four women on “Sex and the City,” Charlotte is the one who has historically demanded the impossible out of romance. But instead of being disappointed, she has ended up being happier than she ever could have imagined. That sounds more like the direct opposite of guileless simplicity. Throughout the run of the show, there’s always been something resolutely sensible about Charlotte. She’s like a Jane Austen heroine transplanted to modern Manhattan, coming around to the fact that having a plan is not only useless, it’s plain old boring — not nearly as thrilling as welcoming the surprises that life cooks up for us.
I might be your surprise...if you let me.
I've carefully constructed my profile along psychological principles to weed out women whom most men don't want, and the result has been that I've been meeting some really incredible women who are genuinely attractive, intelligent, confident, and playful. I have this naive hope that maybe I’ll get lucky and meet someone who won’t be a total waste of time; Someone who will turn out to be a person I can really see myself with. I think deep down most of us have that hope.I am on this epic journey of 'Life' and there is something thrilling about having a woman along on this ride with me. You will be my psychic and my partner in crime and all the goodness that flows. My whole life is about living life passion.
I have a confession to make. Right here, right now, I'm going to let you in on my dirty little secret. Ready? Here it goes: I hate dating. I really, really do. I would rather sit through ten hours opera music than go on a first, second, or third date. But what I have learned is that the more you hate dating, the more inclined you will be to do what it takes to get it over with and settle down in a healthy, happy, monogamous relationship.
I wish that I lived in Bangladesh or someplace where they have arranged marriages. My parents would just arrange the whole thing, and all I had to do was show up. An arranged marriage means never having to date and sometimes that seems more appealing
On a typical Friday night I am
On a typical Friday night I am: I usually find the worst bar and put on a Miley Cyrus party to get the night started properly. From there I tell the drink drone to keep bringing me whisky until I have the courage to order chicken fingers. 30 minutes of shame. Cigarettes to bring it down. More whisky to wash away the menthol. The most difficult part of Friday night is when you realize it's Tuesday afternoon.
The most private thing I'm willing to admit: Head injuries have limited my memory. What was the question?
You should message me if
You can get past this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3v98CPXNiSk
If you decide to message me, I want to know: What was the most beautiful moment of your day?”
I was born nude, helpless and unable to provide for myself. Not much has changed. Not Really. But I thought it would be fun to say that...I'm smart, loyal and handsome. Not necessarily in that order. I am also a bad spellr. I'm mischievous. I like to get into trouble, but not the kind you can't get out of. I've never gone to jail. I sound like a real catch so far? Huh? Let's keep going. I really don't like to take things seriously, unless the situation calls for it. Otherwise, I love to joke, make fun of people, or be made fun of. I prefer to look at the humorous side of things, otherwise life is sooooooooo boring. I love to find out about people and get to know who they are at their core. I have an appreciation for every one's uniqueness and like to bring that out. I am not very judgmental so people feel comfortable revealing themselves to me. I like to make other people feel special, even if they're not. If I keep going like this, I'm never going to get a date, but on the other hand, if you don't find this funny, we're probably not a match, Which leads me to how handsome and humble I am--two of my finer qualities for sure. I am not your stereotypical GQ model type or what you'll find in most of the clubs in Long Island. I'm not hard on the eyes, but I am more George Clooney than Tom Brady.
For me, the key thing in relationship is trust, honesty, and open communication. I will want what's best for you and I would love it if you want what's best for me.
I'm considered by women to be 'manageable'. Many have attempted to tame me, and all have succeeded in a matter of days. I'm like an old baseball glove, beaten down by life with a lingering leathery musk. It's completely coincidental that I cover my body in mink oil daily.
Our perfect date:
I pick you up in my 2002 Mazda Protege. ES edition. As you enter my sensible, fuel-efficient vehicle, you’re enveloped by the erotic perfume of pine air freshener and cool ranch Doritos. Perched in the cup holders are two wineglasses. On the armrest, a box of Franzia Reserve. We clink glasses, toasting the evening ahead: “Isn’t this illegal?” you whisper sensually. “Only if driving under the influence of passion is against the law” I reply sexily. And with that, my 4-door compact sedan slowly accelerates us into the night.
I take you to a fine restaurant. And as we enter the grand lobby of the Cheesecake Factory we’re warmly greeted by the maitre d, Tiffany. They know me here. By the time we get to our impossibly large booth, you’re already enchanted by the restaurant’s stucco elegance. I watch you struggle with the multi-volume menu. The epicurean possibilities have overwhelmed you. So I take control and order for us. All 237 items.
An endless line of former art-history majors and improv enthusiasts forms a processional of Buffalo wings, sliders and Chicken Piccata, all destined for us. After sampling the Tex Mex Egg Rolls and French Toast Napoleon, you rest your fork, defeated. The luxurious presentation of food continues unabated.
Emerging from your food coma, you ask in a low husky voice, “Can you afford to pay for all of this?” Reaching across the faux-marble table, I take your hand in mine, gaze deeply into your sparkling eyes, and charmingly reply: “I forgot my wallet at home. I’m going to need to borrow some money from you. And by some, I mean a lot.” You are speechless.
Initially, I fear that my words of seduction have rocked you into a catatonic state. But then I notice your eyes looking up and to the right. Towards the entrance. Your yearning desire to pay the bill is clear to me. As is your desire to make out with me in the parking lot of this casual, but upscale, chain restaurant. The sexual tension between us is so thick that we could cut it with one of the many steak knives that litter our table.
But instead of paying the bill, you excuse yourself to visit the restroom. You take your purse, jacket and all other personal possessions with you, saying you’ll return shortly. 10 minutes pass. Then 20. I start to worry that you’re not coming back. But then I remember something that puts my fears to rest. Of course you’re coming back. We still need to order dessert.
What I’m doing with my life
What I'm doing with my life: I'm thinking about opening a topless cleaning service for women. I would parade around older women's homes lightly dusting their trinkets. I would wear white gloves and cut off jeans. Nothing else. The old birds would purr as I would wipe my feathers across their china, making subtle eye contact. I would see the sadness in their eyes, longing for the touch of another. Sweat would bead on my face as she bends over to pull up her diabetic socks. After the brief, shameful sex, she would pay me in quarters and ask if I need a ride home.
I’m really good at
I'm really good at filling out dating site information and correctly making lists! I'm good with numbers and would totally do your taxes ;) (that was sexual). Everything I'm good at is nearly worthless. I can hit a fastball, skate backwards and solve differential equations. I can build a computer from scratch but don't ask me why your laptop has a virus (your dad was looking at naked ladies).
The first things people usually notice about me:my ridiculously long eye lashes. Food gets in them a lot. I stare a lot. It's not that I'm rude or have special needs, I'm just interested how some individuals have lived as long as they do.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, :
I really want to say books are for prisoners. Talented Mr.Ripley. Game of Thrones. LOTR. Crime and Punishment. Sam Harris. Dan Dennett. Kurt Vonnegut. I like my metal loud, my NPR boring and Taylor Swift dead. Pandora is nice, do I look like an arrogant DJ? I want Thai food so spicy it makes my face numb.
But honestly I like to read spiritual books.
Conversation with God by Neal Donald Walsh,
Dr. Wayn Dywer
Dr Deepak
Alan Watts
The Six things I could never do without:
1.) Jebus (correct spelling)
2.) Craigslist missed connections
3.) Coffee.
4.) Interwebs
5.) Pizza over 16 inches across
6.) Legs. I like legs
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Maybe you have loads of responds in your mail box. Maybe you go on lots of dates but always come home disappointed. Or maybe you never go on dates because you believe that all it takes is to meet just one suitable man and that could happen anywhere at any time—there’s no point forcing it. I am sure you have your list of your ultimate Prince Charming! He’s got to be tall, dark, handsome, drive a Porsche and have abs like Matthew McConaughey! He’s got to be super-attractive and we’ll have amazing chemistry and he’ll call you everyday and buy you beautiful gifts!
Unfortunately, ladies, it doesn’t quite work that way. Even Charlotte from Sex and the City learn the hard way.. While the show is fittingly fantastical, the scenario proves a point. Charlotte is happily married to Harry, a balding Jewish lawyer with a flabby butt who speaks with his mouth full. He’s the love of her life and she can’t imagine being with anyone else. But rewind a few years and she was married to Trey, who checked every box on her list He was tall, dark, broodingly handsome, and rich.. But her Prince Charming turned out to be a dud in the sack. And their marriage turned out to be a dud too. No happy ending there. Hence she had to chuck out that list and start all over again with entirely different criteria. Not lower, or ‘settling’—just different.
I had a similar situation. I was married to a woman who had everything on my check list. She was absolutely gorgeous, a physician as well like myself. younger than me...ect. And my marriage didn't go well. I throw out my check list and I am looking for something different. I have an amazing life, but probably a lot like you, I am here hoping to round out my world with an honest, sincere, fun loving person who will share the warmth and companionship of a meaningful relationship. I am looking for my Charlotte.
Its so hard to find any woman now who has a heart, and willing to give up everything for love. Charlotte in the show went so far as to change religions for Harry, converting to Judaism, an act that could be seen as a way of subsuming herself just to please a man. Does that necessarily make her the perfect mother and wife, the dream of every man who’d prefer not to be challenged by a woman? Many of us like to think that “difficult” women are somehow superior to easygoing ones . But even if — or maybe because — Charlotte has sometimes seemed blindly hopeful and optimistic, she’s the show’s most demanding character. Her attitude toward love and sex isn’t as casual as that of the other three, and her expectations are definitely higher — she seems to want more out of life than any of them, a tough bill for any ordinary man to fill.
Of the four women on “Sex and the City,” Charlotte is the one who has historically demanded the impossible out of romance. But instead of being disappointed, she has ended up being happier than she ever could have imagined. That sounds more like the direct opposite of guileless simplicity. Throughout the run of the show, there’s always been something resolutely sensible about Charlotte. She’s like a Jane Austen heroine transplanted to modern Manhattan, coming around to the fact that having a plan is not only useless, it’s plain old boring — not nearly as thrilling as welcoming the surprises that life cooks up for us.
I might be your surprise...if you let me.
I've carefully constructed my profile along psychological principles to weed out women whom most men don't want, and the result has been that I've been meeting some really incredible women who are genuinely attractive, intelligent, confident, and playful. I have this naive hope that maybe I’ll get lucky and meet someone who won’t be a total waste of time; Someone who will turn out to be a person I can really see myself with. I think deep down most of us have that hope.I am on this epic journey of 'Life' and there is something thrilling about having a woman along on this ride with me. You will be my psychic and my partner in crime and all the goodness that flows. My whole life is about living life passion.
I have a confession to make. Right here, right now, I'm going to let you in on my dirty little secret. Ready? Here it goes: I hate dating. I really, really do. I would rather sit through ten hours opera music than go on a first, second, or third date. But what I have learned is that the more you hate dating, the more inclined you will be to do what it takes to get it over with and settle down in a healthy, happy, monogamous relationship.
I wish that I lived in Bangladesh or someplace where they have arranged marriages. My parents would just arrange the whole thing, and all I had to do was show up. An arranged marriage means never having to date and sometimes that seems more appealing
On a typical Friday night I am
On a typical Friday night I am: I usually find the worst bar and put on a Miley Cyrus party to get the night started properly. From there I tell the drink drone to keep bringing me whisky until I have the courage to order chicken fingers. 30 minutes of shame. Cigarettes to bring it down. More whisky to wash away the menthol. The most difficult part of Friday night is when you realize it's Tuesday afternoon.
The most private thing I'm willing to admit: Head injuries have limited my memory. What was the question?
You should message me if
You can get past this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3v98CPXNiSk
If you decide to message me, I want to know: What was the most beautiful moment of your day?”
Sunday, July 26, 2015
DATING: SEEING THE SAME PEOPLE OVER AND OVER AGAIN
As I wade through the seemingly endless parade of Internet people in search of a partner, perhaps the most eerie, is seeing the same faces over and over on various sites for years, The phenomenon serves as a subtle reminder that we are all still single, breeding a strange familiarity whether we match or not.
Who are all these people, with stories and life histories of their own? I’m not sure. Why are we encountering the same people over and over again? I have a few ideas. Here are some thoughts on why we’re matching with the same people over and over and over again, and how to turn that phenomenon around.
The moment you decide to scroll through for potential partners, there’s this illusion of options upon options. One date, no matter how good, can hardly live up to all the awesome fun you could be having with a “potentially perfect” match that still awaits you. As if that person even exists
It’s not uncommon to find men and women who are on the hunt for better and better — or to see how good they can get. How do you know? They are loath to commit It’s easy to fall into this trap: swipe, match, move on with your life. Of course, the people you see over and over again could also just be coincidentally unattached at the same times that you are.
Who are all these people, with stories and life histories of their own? I’m not sure. Why are we encountering the same people over and over again? I have a few ideas. Here are some thoughts on why we’re matching with the same people over and over and over again, and how to turn that phenomenon around.
The moment you decide to scroll through for potential partners, there’s this illusion of options upon options. One date, no matter how good, can hardly live up to all the awesome fun you could be having with a “potentially perfect” match that still awaits you. As if that person even exists
It’s not uncommon to find men and women who are on the hunt for better and better — or to see how good they can get. How do you know? They are loath to commit It’s easy to fall into this trap: swipe, match, move on with your life. Of course, the people you see over and over again could also just be coincidentally unattached at the same times that you are.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
PERSONAL: LOOKING FOR MY CHARLOTTE FROM SEX IN THE CITY
Maybe you have loads of responds in your mail box. Maybe you go on lots of dates but always come home disappointed. Or maybe you never go on dates because you believe that all it takes is to meet just one suitable man and that could happen anywhere at any time—there’s no point forcing it. I am sure you have your list of your ultimate Prince Charming! He’s got to be tall, dark, handsome, drive a Porsche and have abs like Matthew McConaughey! He’s got to be super-attractive and we’ll have amazing chemistry and he’ll call you everyday and buy you beautiful gifts!
Unfortunately, ladies, it doesn’t quite work that way. Even Charlotte from Sex and the City learn the hard way.. While the show is fittingly fantastical, the scenario proves a point. Charlotte is happily married to Harry, a balding Jewish lawyer with a flabby butt who speaks with his mouth full. He’s the love of her life and she can’t imagine being with anyone else. But rewind a few years and she was married to Trey, who checked every box on her list He was tall, dark, broodingly handsome, and rich.. But her Prince Charming turned out to be a dud in the sack. And their marriage turned out to be a dud too. No happy ending there. Hence she had to chuck out that list and start all over again with entirely different criteria. Not lower, or ‘settling’—just different. Harry may not have looked or acted the part of a “traditional” Prince Charming, but his unapologetic honesty, self-deprecating humor, and kind heart offered Charlotte a better storybook ending than she could have ever imagined — and she fantasized about that stuff a lot.
I had a similar situation. I was married to a woman who had everything on my click list. She was absolutely gorgeous, a physician as well like myself. younger than me...ect. And my marriage didn't go well. I throw out my check list and I am looking for something different. I have an amazing life, but probably a lot like you, I am here hoping to round out my world with an honest, sincere, fun loving person who will share the warmth and companionship of a meaningful relationship. I am looking for my Charlotte.
In one of the loveliest moments in the show’s history, Charlotte quizzes Harry on why he refuses to marry a shiksa (in other words, her). In the course of the conversation, she explains to him, anxiously and mournfully, that she’s unlikely to be able to bear children. He tells her, without even taking a breath, that he loves her no matter what, and that they can adopt a child — they’ll be just as much of a family that way. His response is so kind and so compassionate that Charlotte recognizes it as fundamentally “Jewish” — in other words, she sees him as the kind of person that she herself would like to be. Of course, she already is that kind of person, but the moment cements them as a solid match, a case of two people reaching out toward the best in each other — the very sort of romantic realism that a good marriage requires.
Its so hard to find any woman now who has a heart, and willing to give up everything for love. Charlotte in the show went so far as to change religions for Harry, converting to Judaism, an act that could be seen as a way of subsuming herself just to please a man. Does that necessarily make her the perfect mother and wife, the dream of every man who’d prefer not to be challenged by a woman? Charlotte is the show’s least-threatening character. Many of us like to think that “difficult” women are somehow superior to easygoing ones (when, in fact, sometimes they’re simply more of a pain in the ass, without necessarily being smarter or more interesting). But even if — or maybe because — Charlotte has sometimes seemed blindly hopeful and optimistic, she’s the show’s most demanding character. Her attitude toward love and sex isn’t as casual as that of the other three, and her expectations are definitely higher — she seems to want more out of life than any of them, a tough bill for any ordinary man to fill.
Of the four women on “Sex and the City,” Charlotte is the one who has historically demanded the impossible out of romance. But instead of being disappointed, she has ended up being happier than she ever could have imagined. That sounds more like the direct opposite of guileless simplicity. Throughout the run of the show, there’s always been something resolutely sensible about Charlotte. She’s like a Jane Austen heroine transplanted to modern Manhattan, coming around to the fact that having a plan is not only useless, it’s plain old boring — not nearly as thrilling as welcoming the surprises that life cooks up for us.
Unfortunately, ladies, it doesn’t quite work that way. Even Charlotte from Sex and the City learn the hard way.. While the show is fittingly fantastical, the scenario proves a point. Charlotte is happily married to Harry, a balding Jewish lawyer with a flabby butt who speaks with his mouth full. He’s the love of her life and she can’t imagine being with anyone else. But rewind a few years and she was married to Trey, who checked every box on her list He was tall, dark, broodingly handsome, and rich.. But her Prince Charming turned out to be a dud in the sack. And their marriage turned out to be a dud too. No happy ending there. Hence she had to chuck out that list and start all over again with entirely different criteria. Not lower, or ‘settling’—just different. Harry may not have looked or acted the part of a “traditional” Prince Charming, but his unapologetic honesty, self-deprecating humor, and kind heart offered Charlotte a better storybook ending than she could have ever imagined — and she fantasized about that stuff a lot.
I had a similar situation. I was married to a woman who had everything on my click list. She was absolutely gorgeous, a physician as well like myself. younger than me...ect. And my marriage didn't go well. I throw out my check list and I am looking for something different. I have an amazing life, but probably a lot like you, I am here hoping to round out my world with an honest, sincere, fun loving person who will share the warmth and companionship of a meaningful relationship. I am looking for my Charlotte.
In one of the loveliest moments in the show’s history, Charlotte quizzes Harry on why he refuses to marry a shiksa (in other words, her). In the course of the conversation, she explains to him, anxiously and mournfully, that she’s unlikely to be able to bear children. He tells her, without even taking a breath, that he loves her no matter what, and that they can adopt a child — they’ll be just as much of a family that way. His response is so kind and so compassionate that Charlotte recognizes it as fundamentally “Jewish” — in other words, she sees him as the kind of person that she herself would like to be. Of course, she already is that kind of person, but the moment cements them as a solid match, a case of two people reaching out toward the best in each other — the very sort of romantic realism that a good marriage requires.
Its so hard to find any woman now who has a heart, and willing to give up everything for love. Charlotte in the show went so far as to change religions for Harry, converting to Judaism, an act that could be seen as a way of subsuming herself just to please a man. Does that necessarily make her the perfect mother and wife, the dream of every man who’d prefer not to be challenged by a woman? Charlotte is the show’s least-threatening character. Many of us like to think that “difficult” women are somehow superior to easygoing ones (when, in fact, sometimes they’re simply more of a pain in the ass, without necessarily being smarter or more interesting). But even if — or maybe because — Charlotte has sometimes seemed blindly hopeful and optimistic, she’s the show’s most demanding character. Her attitude toward love and sex isn’t as casual as that of the other three, and her expectations are definitely higher — she seems to want more out of life than any of them, a tough bill for any ordinary man to fill.
Of the four women on “Sex and the City,” Charlotte is the one who has historically demanded the impossible out of romance. But instead of being disappointed, she has ended up being happier than she ever could have imagined. That sounds more like the direct opposite of guileless simplicity. Throughout the run of the show, there’s always been something resolutely sensible about Charlotte. She’s like a Jane Austen heroine transplanted to modern Manhattan, coming around to the fact that having a plan is not only useless, it’s plain old boring — not nearly as thrilling as welcoming the surprises that life cooks up for us.
I might be your surprise...if you let me.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
PERSONAL: THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVE AND CHEMISTRY.
Some people think that true love is just a cliche and nothing of sort exist in this world but I am here to tell you, true love does exist – whether you find it just in the corner of your neighborhood,or online. It’s not by pure luck for some to experience this.. it comes with confidence, hard work, patience and knowledge as well.
When I look at most woman's profiles, they're all the pretty much the same,-- generous, funny, 'no mind games', they love their job, sensual ... They practically guarantee you'll be on cloud nine. Some of them will only posts an attractive profile photo of themselves that reveals nothing about their inner life. Nothing. They just want to get 99% of the people to like them, which I think is a great waste of time. And when everyone is presenting themselves as practically perfect in every way, you're bound to worry you've signed up for a libido-frustrating yawnathon. Personally, I miss the good old days when our parents use to help us get married; now we have to fend for ourselves.
Well anyway, I been watching this new show -“Married At First Sight“. it about how two people and they meet for the first time on their wedding day. After they get married, they have 6 weeks to live together and make their marriage work before deciding whether or not they want to stay together, or get a divorce. One thing I notice is that the couples who had the most “chemistry” at first sight, were the ones who ended up having the most unhealthy relationship, and getting divorced in the end. In the first episode, you watch them glance at each other and you can see the instant attraction flying off the television screen. One of the women described that initial moment as a “fairy tale” experience. In the past two seasons of the show, 3 out of 4 of the couples who had that instant experience of “love at first sight” ended up filing for a divorce only 6 short weeks after that moment. You know what that tells me? “Love at first sight” – isn’t really love, is it?
To believe in chemistry is essentially to let emotions take the reins, which ultimately causes confusion more than it makes a way for romance. There's really a big difference between the feelings of love, and the actions of love. Though we might feel the feeling of attraction those feelings are not love because they don’t display the actions of love. And real love is something we do, not something we feel. What did learn from my divorce? Love isn't a noun, it's action. Love is defined by what a person does, rather than simply by how they feel.
True love is born when two people commit to offer themselves for the sake of the other person.Love at first sight is never complete love, because it’s based on emotion rather than commitment; a feeling, rather than a choice, I want to meet someone who is ready to settle down and have kids. Someone who is done with the games. I want to try something like that show "Married At First Sight" but my show would be called "Relationship At First Sight". If you and I would to meet,we would have chosen to be in a relationship with each other for a period of 2.5 month for our love to grow.We will become exclusive, and see each other every weekend if possible. If you are unable to do this..then let's not waste each other time. I hate investing time and emotions...only to meet and you tell me "this won't work". My deal breaker are the following: Please be kind, honest, educated, have a job, be of child bearing age, take care of yourself physically, come from a good family and want to have kids.
Me? I think I am a perfect catch. I live in Long island in a house...not too far from my parents.I am very close to my family. I have a great job as a doctor where I heal and elimate suffering everyday. ( I come from a family of doctors) I am kind, caring and I keep my promises. I go on my trendmill almost everyday. I don't drink, smoke and take drugs.I am a big movie buff. One common thing that film buffs everywhere seem to share is our love of quotes. I read 2 ebooks every week..spiritual books, nonfiction. And when it comes to music...i love everything, but my heart has a special places for 80s music. I love to write, I write poetry, stories...thoughts in my blog. About my looks? Personally,I think I am good looking guy, but since deal with the public and treat over 400 patients a month, I will not be sharing any more pictures., I value my privacy.Another reason is that I have been stalked before in the past.
How will we decide to meet or not? I figure we would talk for a few weeks...to build up an emotional connection..to see if we are in the same page. If we can't even get along on the phone..how will we get along in person...the answer.is ..we won't. We wouldn't be meeting as complete stranger since we would have this amazing conversation to build upon our love. So if you have a problem about sharing your number, you should just stop here. Getting to know someone by e-mail is not that great, to put it mildly. Even a thousand e-mail messages back and forth are not going to change the fact that I am still going to be strangers and that I can still be a weirdo to you when I met or call you. I would much rather get to know you by hearing your voice. I can tell within minutes talking if we are in the same page or not.
When I look at most woman's profiles, they're all the pretty much the same,-- generous, funny, 'no mind games', they love their job, sensual ... They practically guarantee you'll be on cloud nine. Some of them will only posts an attractive profile photo of themselves that reveals nothing about their inner life. Nothing. They just want to get 99% of the people to like them, which I think is a great waste of time. And when everyone is presenting themselves as practically perfect in every way, you're bound to worry you've signed up for a libido-frustrating yawnathon. Personally, I miss the good old days when our parents use to help us get married; now we have to fend for ourselves.
Well anyway, I been watching this new show -“Married At First Sight“. it about how two people and they meet for the first time on their wedding day. After they get married, they have 6 weeks to live together and make their marriage work before deciding whether or not they want to stay together, or get a divorce. One thing I notice is that the couples who had the most “chemistry” at first sight, were the ones who ended up having the most unhealthy relationship, and getting divorced in the end. In the first episode, you watch them glance at each other and you can see the instant attraction flying off the television screen. One of the women described that initial moment as a “fairy tale” experience. In the past two seasons of the show, 3 out of 4 of the couples who had that instant experience of “love at first sight” ended up filing for a divorce only 6 short weeks after that moment. You know what that tells me? “Love at first sight” – isn’t really love, is it?
To believe in chemistry is essentially to let emotions take the reins, which ultimately causes confusion more than it makes a way for romance. There's really a big difference between the feelings of love, and the actions of love. Though we might feel the feeling of attraction those feelings are not love because they don’t display the actions of love. And real love is something we do, not something we feel. What did learn from my divorce? Love isn't a noun, it's action. Love is defined by what a person does, rather than simply by how they feel.
True love is born when two people commit to offer themselves for the sake of the other person.Love at first sight is never complete love, because it’s based on emotion rather than commitment; a feeling, rather than a choice, I want to meet someone who is ready to settle down and have kids. Someone who is done with the games. I want to try something like that show "Married At First Sight" but my show would be called "Relationship At First Sight". If you and I would to meet,we would have chosen to be in a relationship with each other for a period of 2.5 month for our love to grow.We will become exclusive, and see each other every weekend if possible. If you are unable to do this..then let's not waste each other time. I hate investing time and emotions...only to meet and you tell me "this won't work". My deal breaker are the following: Please be kind, honest, educated, have a job, be of child bearing age, take care of yourself physically, come from a good family and want to have kids.
Me? I think I am a perfect catch. I live in Long island in a house...not too far from my parents.I am very close to my family. I have a great job as a doctor where I heal and elimate suffering everyday. ( I come from a family of doctors) I am kind, caring and I keep my promises. I go on my trendmill almost everyday. I don't drink, smoke and take drugs.I am a big movie buff. One common thing that film buffs everywhere seem to share is our love of quotes. I read 2 ebooks every week..spiritual books, nonfiction. And when it comes to music...i love everything, but my heart has a special places for 80s music. I love to write, I write poetry, stories...thoughts in my blog. About my looks? Personally,I think I am good looking guy, but since deal with the public and treat over 400 patients a month, I will not be sharing any more pictures., I value my privacy.Another reason is that I have been stalked before in the past.
How will we decide to meet or not? I figure we would talk for a few weeks...to build up an emotional connection..to see if we are in the same page. If we can't even get along on the phone..how will we get along in person...the answer.is ..we won't. We wouldn't be meeting as complete stranger since we would have this amazing conversation to build upon our love. So if you have a problem about sharing your number, you should just stop here. Getting to know someone by e-mail is not that great, to put it mildly. Even a thousand e-mail messages back and forth are not going to change the fact that I am still going to be strangers and that I can still be a weirdo to you when I met or call you. I would much rather get to know you by hearing your voice. I can tell within minutes talking if we are in the same page or not.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
PERSONAL:THE BULLSHIT THE WOMAN THINK AND BELIEVE
I live a very happy and exciting life, and I’m literally one of the happiest men I know. I’m happy because I’ve purposely structured my life to be happy, in all areas, including my financial life,, my health, I travel a lot, have great friends , close to my family...etc. I’m very goal-oriented and very motivated. My work is very important but it's not everything to me. What I do want is to get married again and have kids. But if your presence can’t ADD value to my Life, your absence will make NO difference. I have no time for BS, foolishness, drama, etc. I also don't have time to email back and forth. I am a stand-up guy who does what he says he’s going to do, is respected, has himself together, and can be counted on by his family to be a man.
After going through a number of relationships and being divorced for few years..., I know that being with a woman is not going to be all hot and fabulous all the time. I am not going to be fooled by nice bodies, batting eyelashes, and coy behavior. But it seem like every woman thinks she is intelligent, successful, beautiful, and, by their own accounts near perfect and blame for their unmarried status squarely in the lap of men: “I’m alone because men are intimidated by me.” I really don’t care about what model, make, and specification of a man you prefer; but if there aren’t a bunch of those guys fitting that specific bill standing around waiting for you, don’t go broadcasting from the mountaintops that there aren’t any good men around, because there are plenty of “good” men around. What gets my goat is the refusal of extremely picky women to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, one of the biggest reasons they’re alone is because you’ve severely limited your dating pool by skipping over perfectly good guys for less attainable ones.
Listen, I get it..you worked hard to get where you are, and you feel like you need and deserve someone who worked hard in the same way and acquired the same education and status as you did and has similar experiences and goals. But those aren’t the qualities that men tend to prize in a mate. Men look at qualities that draw from a much larger subset—someone who is good-looking, nurturing, kind, smart (enough), stable, noncompetitive, cheerful, fun to be around. When I read these profile and talk to these woman..i hear the same thing over and over again..."Why can't I find a decent guy who likes and adores me and doesn't give me problems or isn't a screwed up alcoholic or cheater?" WELL, I'LL TELL YOU. Because you're messed up. You've found plenty and found reasons to not be "attracted" to him. You're not attracted because he's not messed up. So it's on you. Ever heard of an Imago study? Google it. Please. For your own well being. If you can't find a good man and can't find love You're probably in your own way. I once heard this quote, "every woman has the exact love life she wants." I can't tell you how true that is. A man can’t hold a conversation with you, kiss you,hold your hand, call your house, take you out, or pull back the sheets on your bed except with your permission—period. So if you are sleeping with the wrong man..it your fault. I have no sympathy for you..if you wasted years of your life and I don't want to hear your sad story. I am not your therapist. You can’t get the man you want if you got all your garbage—all that baggage from the last guy who did you wrong, an ex you won’t let go of—You simply have no room in your heart. You’ve got to stop looking for all the signs that the new man is going to hurt you, stop holding on to the hurt and anger and resentment. Most woman who respond to my profile..don't want to share their number with me...they want to write here and get to know me...come on.. are we in kindgarden again? Passing notes? I don't have time to deal with your issues. If you are afraid that I am some stalker or serial killer..then stay away from me.
The worse are those woman who tell you that they are so kind and caring. If a guy is nice to you but rude to the waiter, he is not a nice person. If you can't be nice and kind to stranger...you are not going to nice to someone you are in a relationship with? If you build a twenty-foot brick wall with barbed wire at the top around your heart.. I promise you, few men are going to be willing to scale it...including myself. Your presentation, your approach, your energy isn’t welcoming—nothing about you to me is that “I’m available, approachable, and, under the right conditions, ready for love.” Sure you could be screaming it from the tower window through a megaphone a mile away from the fence you built, but he’s not going to hear you because you’re too far away, too high up, and too guarded. Me? I have four-foot fence around your heart— “Not everybody can come and play and dance in my yard.. If you want to act disrespectfully, then go up the street to someone else’s yard.” It is those standards and requirements—the demand that you treat me with respect, the requiring you to call when you say are going to call and and for you to acknowledging that I require commitment from any woman coming into my yard. And if you are constantly busy...it mean you are unavailable for a relationship. Please don't tell me that you make time for things that are important to you. That isBS.
I am a sapiosexual looking for the same. Sapiosexual as defined by the Urban Dictionary - "One who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature." Make me want to crawl inside your head and desperately spend a lifetime figuring out how your mind works. There’s nothing sexier. What I don't get is why does everyone want a "first date" to see if there's "chemistry" anyway? Really? You want chemistry? We will drop a roll of Mentos into a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke and see what happens. There, you got chemistry A smart woman understand that it's not the spark that makes a relationship, but compassion, kindness, respect, commitment, and having the same value. A lot of people get caught up in the idea of instant attraction. Relationships that form quickly – the “love at first sight” kind – burn out quickly as well. It’s the slow simmer rather than the fast boil, the gradual building of true attraction. Building attraction is a process, and when it works, it’s magic
My approach is this: We would talk for a few weeks...to build up emotional connection..to see if we are in the same page. If we can't even get along on the phone..how will we get along in person...the answer.is ..we won't. I will not meet someone unless it end in a relationship....period. I wouldn't be meeting a complete stranger when we meet because we would have this amazing conversation to build upon our love. If you are unable to do this..then let's not waste each other time. I hate investing time and emotions...only to meet and you tell me "this won't work". I won't be sharing anymore picture because I been stalked before in my past and second, I value my privacy. I see over 500 patients a month. I am average looking guy, if that isn't good enough for you..then move on.
Talking about being good enough. Some of these woman standard are riduclious. The last thing you want him to say when he makes it over your twenty-foot barbwire fence there is, “Damn: You made me climb over all of this and this is all you got?!” Why demand he have three degrees when, despite your native intelligence, you dropped out of junior college? Why demand he least six feet, four inches, with a nice build and washboard abs when you are not a Victoria Secret Model. Why expect him to treat you with respect, and be kind and loving and sweet, if on every personality test you take, words like bossy, full of attitude, and aggressive come up. Before you expect all that..look at yourself. The woman I have talked to and met are all like that, their life is a total mess, their family is all broken, they have no direction and yet want the perfect guy? It's joke. What happen to the being humble, In relationships, many people fail to realize that humility and love go hand-in-hand,or they think that this is an easy thing to do, however, oftentimes don’t apply it to their relationships.Humble women exude this compassion for others, putting others’ happiness before their own.
Why in the world when you know when a man isn't good guy and yet you still give your all, you continue to try to make it work. Why play that game? Because he's hot? Because you have chemistry and you forget everything else that is wrong him? Why not just weed out, up front, all the men you know are going to do nothing but cause you heartache and disappointment, and wait for the one who is going to do right by you? I think we understand the whole “let’s play hard to get” mentality, but tell me how wasting all of that energy really serves you well? It doesn’t. You don't think I don't want to be a super model who is rich, famous, kind and caring to have babies with. Of course I do. Every guy does, but I live in the real world..not fantasy. Does that mean I am settling? NO! It means that I am playing smart. This reminds me of a quote from the movie 'High Fidelity'
Rob: I'm tired of the fantasy, because it doesn't really exist. And there are never really any surprises, and it never really...
Laura: Delivers?
Rob: I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.
After going through a number of relationships and being divorced for few years..., I know that being with a woman is not going to be all hot and fabulous all the time. I am not going to be fooled by nice bodies, batting eyelashes, and coy behavior. But it seem like every woman thinks she is intelligent, successful, beautiful, and, by their own accounts near perfect and blame for their unmarried status squarely in the lap of men: “I’m alone because men are intimidated by me.” I really don’t care about what model, make, and specification of a man you prefer; but if there aren’t a bunch of those guys fitting that specific bill standing around waiting for you, don’t go broadcasting from the mountaintops that there aren’t any good men around, because there are plenty of “good” men around. What gets my goat is the refusal of extremely picky women to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, one of the biggest reasons they’re alone is because you’ve severely limited your dating pool by skipping over perfectly good guys for less attainable ones.
Listen, I get it..you worked hard to get where you are, and you feel like you need and deserve someone who worked hard in the same way and acquired the same education and status as you did and has similar experiences and goals. But those aren’t the qualities that men tend to prize in a mate. Men look at qualities that draw from a much larger subset—someone who is good-looking, nurturing, kind, smart (enough), stable, noncompetitive, cheerful, fun to be around. When I read these profile and talk to these woman..i hear the same thing over and over again..."Why can't I find a decent guy who likes and adores me and doesn't give me problems or isn't a screwed up alcoholic or cheater?" WELL, I'LL TELL YOU. Because you're messed up. You've found plenty and found reasons to not be "attracted" to him. You're not attracted because he's not messed up. So it's on you. Ever heard of an Imago study? Google it. Please. For your own well being. If you can't find a good man and can't find love You're probably in your own way. I once heard this quote, "every woman has the exact love life she wants." I can't tell you how true that is. A man can’t hold a conversation with you, kiss you,hold your hand, call your house, take you out, or pull back the sheets on your bed except with your permission—period. So if you are sleeping with the wrong man..it your fault. I have no sympathy for you..if you wasted years of your life and I don't want to hear your sad story. I am not your therapist. You can’t get the man you want if you got all your garbage—all that baggage from the last guy who did you wrong, an ex you won’t let go of—You simply have no room in your heart. You’ve got to stop looking for all the signs that the new man is going to hurt you, stop holding on to the hurt and anger and resentment. Most woman who respond to my profile..don't want to share their number with me...they want to write here and get to know me...come on.. are we in kindgarden again? Passing notes? I don't have time to deal with your issues. If you are afraid that I am some stalker or serial killer..then stay away from me.
The worse are those woman who tell you that they are so kind and caring. If a guy is nice to you but rude to the waiter, he is not a nice person. If you can't be nice and kind to stranger...you are not going to nice to someone you are in a relationship with? If you build a twenty-foot brick wall with barbed wire at the top around your heart.. I promise you, few men are going to be willing to scale it...including myself. Your presentation, your approach, your energy isn’t welcoming—nothing about you to me is that “I’m available, approachable, and, under the right conditions, ready for love.” Sure you could be screaming it from the tower window through a megaphone a mile away from the fence you built, but he’s not going to hear you because you’re too far away, too high up, and too guarded. Me? I have four-foot fence around your heart— “Not everybody can come and play and dance in my yard.. If you want to act disrespectfully, then go up the street to someone else’s yard.” It is those standards and requirements—the demand that you treat me with respect, the requiring you to call when you say are going to call and and for you to acknowledging that I require commitment from any woman coming into my yard. And if you are constantly busy...it mean you are unavailable for a relationship. Please don't tell me that you make time for things that are important to you. That isBS.
I am a sapiosexual looking for the same. Sapiosexual as defined by the Urban Dictionary - "One who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature." Make me want to crawl inside your head and desperately spend a lifetime figuring out how your mind works. There’s nothing sexier. What I don't get is why does everyone want a "first date" to see if there's "chemistry" anyway? Really? You want chemistry? We will drop a roll of Mentos into a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke and see what happens. There, you got chemistry A smart woman understand that it's not the spark that makes a relationship, but compassion, kindness, respect, commitment, and having the same value. A lot of people get caught up in the idea of instant attraction. Relationships that form quickly – the “love at first sight” kind – burn out quickly as well. It’s the slow simmer rather than the fast boil, the gradual building of true attraction. Building attraction is a process, and when it works, it’s magic
My approach is this: We would talk for a few weeks...to build up emotional connection..to see if we are in the same page. If we can't even get along on the phone..how will we get along in person...the answer.is ..we won't. I will not meet someone unless it end in a relationship....period. I wouldn't be meeting a complete stranger when we meet because we would have this amazing conversation to build upon our love. If you are unable to do this..then let's not waste each other time. I hate investing time and emotions...only to meet and you tell me "this won't work". I won't be sharing anymore picture because I been stalked before in my past and second, I value my privacy. I see over 500 patients a month. I am average looking guy, if that isn't good enough for you..then move on.
Talking about being good enough. Some of these woman standard are riduclious. The last thing you want him to say when he makes it over your twenty-foot barbwire fence there is, “Damn: You made me climb over all of this and this is all you got?!” Why demand he have three degrees when, despite your native intelligence, you dropped out of junior college? Why demand he least six feet, four inches, with a nice build and washboard abs when you are not a Victoria Secret Model. Why expect him to treat you with respect, and be kind and loving and sweet, if on every personality test you take, words like bossy, full of attitude, and aggressive come up. Before you expect all that..look at yourself. The woman I have talked to and met are all like that, their life is a total mess, their family is all broken, they have no direction and yet want the perfect guy? It's joke. What happen to the being humble, In relationships, many people fail to realize that humility and love go hand-in-hand,or they think that this is an easy thing to do, however, oftentimes don’t apply it to their relationships.Humble women exude this compassion for others, putting others’ happiness before their own.
Why in the world when you know when a man isn't good guy and yet you still give your all, you continue to try to make it work. Why play that game? Because he's hot? Because you have chemistry and you forget everything else that is wrong him? Why not just weed out, up front, all the men you know are going to do nothing but cause you heartache and disappointment, and wait for the one who is going to do right by you? I think we understand the whole “let’s play hard to get” mentality, but tell me how wasting all of that energy really serves you well? It doesn’t. You don't think I don't want to be a super model who is rich, famous, kind and caring to have babies with. Of course I do. Every guy does, but I live in the real world..not fantasy. Does that mean I am settling? NO! It means that I am playing smart. This reminds me of a quote from the movie 'High Fidelity'
Rob: I'm tired of the fantasy, because it doesn't really exist. And there are never really any surprises, and it never really...
Laura: Delivers?
Rob: I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.
Friday, June 26, 2015
PERSONAL: IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THE WOMAN IS UGLY ..IF YOU YOU GIVE ME SOME HIGH QUALITY SEX......TRYING TO FIND THE RIGHT ONE
I want to marry someone who is nice to me. Nice includes sex, laughing, cooking a meal, folding the laundry, or doing something just because you love me. That’s what nice is.If my asking makes you mad,then I am not the one for you. If you ask other guys about the number one thing missing from women in the dating pool today, most will almost certainly tell you this: there is a major shortage of sweet women. A girl can be hot, sexy, powerful, smart, dynamic, and interesting, but if she’s not sweet, most (not all, most) guys will not really want to marry her.
If you’re selfish, you love being taken care of. Guys might be willing to put up with you (a selfish girl) (and by put up with, I mean fuck you) as long as they think they won’t have to deal with you for life. Most woman day goes like this: you goes to work every day and focuses on performing tasks and accomplishing them in a directed, linear, focused way, you are spending the majority of your waking hours in your Masculine.This has help you get awesome professional life but this exact same qualities will mess up your love life. If you’re talking to a me and you’re trying to be right, you are in your Masculine energy. This is fine if you are at work, but presumably you’re not trying to have sex with anyone at work. With me, you have a different objective—to love. And simply put, arguing doesn’t create love. Arguing is, by definition, focused on differences.I can't tell you how many woman I have talked to you are like this.You need to open yourself up. ..be soft with me. You do not need to protect yourself or defend yourself anymore.To love someone is to accept them as flawed. To marry them is to give them the gift of being loved despite those flaws.
The way most woman behaves with me is so unattractive. And by attractive, I’m not talking about whether they have nice face and figure. What I mean is their energy. Let me give you a metaphor. A relationship is almost like the set of batteries in, say, a vibrator.(funny..i just thought of this right now) There’s a plus side (Masculine) and a minus side (Feminine). In order for the thing to start buzzing, you have to have the pluses touching the minuses. Two pluses and nothing happens. Two minuses and nothing happens. The different kinds of energy have to be lined up with their opposites if you want the thing to turn on.
If a guy spills his, um, seed on the ground, nothing happens. It’s just a bunch of stuff.. But if he deposits it into some nice, luscious Feminine—well, babies happen. The guy’s genes get to make it into the next generation. The same thing is true in terms of a man’s work, whatever it is that he is trying to bring into the world. With a great relationship, a man plugs into the fertile.Feminine and becomes capable of achieving more than he could accomplish on his own. This is the basic meaning behind the saying “Behind every great man is a great woman" Listen...there will be alot of guys who want to donate their sperm to you..But you need to know is, will that guy send your egg to college? And if a guy hasn’t even bothered to call you or to walk across the room to talk to you, you can be pretty sure the answer to that question is a big fat no.
You know how there are people who are just naturally “good people”—they’re helpful, courteous, thoughtful, gracious, polite, and kind? That is the type of woman I want. I’m not suggesting you turn yourself into some sort of maid or geisha. I’m saying you need to step into the idea that loving someone is about giving something, not getting it. The big secret about marriage: It’s about giving something, not getting it. The other big secret: You will have to go first.You want to give myself wholly to another person. You should either consister adopting a child or having one.As far as I understand, parents must nurture their children and sacrifice everything for them without ever expecting to receive anything in return; not even respect or affection. Inside every husband is a baby man. And when you learn how to love that little guy. Being nice is never a sign of weakness. Being a parent is forced surrendering
There are some woman who actually love drama. If a regular relationship feels boring to you with a little craziness sex on the site. I am not your man.. You’re looking for something more along the lines of Sid and Nancy, but without the murder. Movies, television, and love songs insist that intensity equals love. It doesn’t. It equals chaos. Think of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
If you keep attracting the wrong men..that is your fault. I don't have any sympathy for you. It is you who brought these men into your life—even the bad ones. I’m not saying you consciously chose them. I’m not saying you wanted them to treat you badly. What I am saying is that nothing can change for you until you realize that at some level you have been choosing these men. Your relationship mirror back your deepest, most unconscious beliefs about ourselves. Not to hurt you—though it will feel like that until you wake up from your long, deep slumber—but so that you can have a healing and know who you really are. You delude yourself. So many people I met were very proud of their tough, take-charge interio and never wished to compromise. It is such a turn off.
I once had a girlfriend who was, how shall I say, interesting-looking. When we first started dating, there were times when I would look at her face and think, “Wait, what?” At first I even thought about breaking it off. Not only was her style completely different from mine—much more conservative—but everything about her physically was not what I was used to. But I stuck with it, in part because she had—seriously—a sparkling personality. She really did. She was one of the kindest, most agreeable people I have ever met. We stayed together for a good amount of time, and somewhere along the line my eye … adjusted. She had a ton of beauty; I just had to look at her differently to see it.Ultimately, loving that not-so-perfectlooking woman made me aware of a whole other level of beauty that, even though we’re no longer together, I can still access and appreciate. Years later, I learned this same lesson the opposite way, from a truly gorgeous woman, Melissa. We stayed together three years, and during that time I discovered that (unfortunately) the effect of beauty is often like any other effect: eventually it wears off. Usually sooner. It’s not that Melissa ceased to be gorgeous—the hordes of other men sniffing around all the time were proof of that. It’s that her beauty ceased to change the way I felt about her. It didn’t make me willing to put up with her bullshit (and she had a ton of bullshit)
I’ve always thought another interpretation of the Beauty and the Beast story is that it doesn’t actually matter if the woman I’m with is ugly or awful—if you give me some high-quality sex, I am going to attach to the woman no matter what. Unfortunate, but apparently true. A hot woman doesn't equal great sex.
There is also the law of attraction. It can mean a lot of things, but in this case it means that your match will always be, well, your match. So if what you are is shallow, then that’s what you’ll attract. No exceptions. Like always attracts like. When I bring more caring—more depth—to my dealings with women, not only do I begin to see something different in them, but I will begin to see something different in me. It comes down to the energy you are putting out there, which will always, and I mean always, return back exactly what you sent out. It’s like a boomerang. If you send out love, you will get back love.
But so many woman will not settle for anything less than a total catch. They wants a high-earning, tall, ..ect. They won’t say this out loud, but since they works hard to look good, have a great job, and feels, at some level, deserving of a guy who will drop as many jaws as she does. They dream of a certain life with a certain kind of man, and they don’t want to give up that dream. The problem is that when they hold out for so long, they end up sailing right past their mid-thirties.They wasted time with foxes. In the animal world, foxes hunt girl chicks and steal their eggs. That’s what they do in the dating world, too. You only have so many eggs, ladies. It effing sucks, but it’s true, and if you want to get married and have kids in that order (not that I’m stuck on the order), you need to take responsibility for this fact ASAP. The difference between “plenty of time” and “OMFG.
A friend of my said to me. recently..'You are a very amazing guy. Just don’t settle.”He didn't mean that I should get everything on a list. What he meant is that I am worth being committed to (which I know) and by someone who really deserves me (which I don’t always know). He meant that I need to take care with me, the way I would take care with something I really valued. It’s a message that I need to take to heart. Because when it seems like a woman is offering me something, I’m often tempted to just take it. Other times I’m tempted to just leave it. Either way, I lose sight of the real question: is this the right thing for me?
When you see a man who has the kind of resources like myself and has his picking of women yet has chosen to be with a woman who is maybe not that spectacular-looking. I can only tell you that that woman must be a fantastic person who gave him the gift of seeing him beyond what he had to offer materially.Someone who is actually kind and loves him.
If you’re selfish, you love being taken care of. Guys might be willing to put up with you (a selfish girl) (and by put up with, I mean fuck you) as long as they think they won’t have to deal with you for life. Most woman day goes like this: you goes to work every day and focuses on performing tasks and accomplishing them in a directed, linear, focused way, you are spending the majority of your waking hours in your Masculine.This has help you get awesome professional life but this exact same qualities will mess up your love life. If you’re talking to a me and you’re trying to be right, you are in your Masculine energy. This is fine if you are at work, but presumably you’re not trying to have sex with anyone at work. With me, you have a different objective—to love. And simply put, arguing doesn’t create love. Arguing is, by definition, focused on differences.I can't tell you how many woman I have talked to you are like this.You need to open yourself up. ..be soft with me. You do not need to protect yourself or defend yourself anymore.To love someone is to accept them as flawed. To marry them is to give them the gift of being loved despite those flaws.
The way most woman behaves with me is so unattractive. And by attractive, I’m not talking about whether they have nice face and figure. What I mean is their energy. Let me give you a metaphor. A relationship is almost like the set of batteries in, say, a vibrator.(funny..i just thought of this right now) There’s a plus side (Masculine) and a minus side (Feminine). In order for the thing to start buzzing, you have to have the pluses touching the minuses. Two pluses and nothing happens. Two minuses and nothing happens. The different kinds of energy have to be lined up with their opposites if you want the thing to turn on.
If a guy spills his, um, seed on the ground, nothing happens. It’s just a bunch of stuff.. But if he deposits it into some nice, luscious Feminine—well, babies happen. The guy’s genes get to make it into the next generation. The same thing is true in terms of a man’s work, whatever it is that he is trying to bring into the world. With a great relationship, a man plugs into the fertile.Feminine and becomes capable of achieving more than he could accomplish on his own. This is the basic meaning behind the saying “Behind every great man is a great woman" Listen...there will be alot of guys who want to donate their sperm to you..But you need to know is, will that guy send your egg to college? And if a guy hasn’t even bothered to call you or to walk across the room to talk to you, you can be pretty sure the answer to that question is a big fat no.
You know how there are people who are just naturally “good people”—they’re helpful, courteous, thoughtful, gracious, polite, and kind? That is the type of woman I want. I’m not suggesting you turn yourself into some sort of maid or geisha. I’m saying you need to step into the idea that loving someone is about giving something, not getting it. The big secret about marriage: It’s about giving something, not getting it. The other big secret: You will have to go first.You want to give myself wholly to another person. You should either consister adopting a child or having one.As far as I understand, parents must nurture their children and sacrifice everything for them without ever expecting to receive anything in return; not even respect or affection. Inside every husband is a baby man. And when you learn how to love that little guy. Being nice is never a sign of weakness. Being a parent is forced surrendering
There are some woman who actually love drama. If a regular relationship feels boring to you with a little craziness sex on the site. I am not your man.. You’re looking for something more along the lines of Sid and Nancy, but without the murder. Movies, television, and love songs insist that intensity equals love. It doesn’t. It equals chaos. Think of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
If you keep attracting the wrong men..that is your fault. I don't have any sympathy for you. It is you who brought these men into your life—even the bad ones. I’m not saying you consciously chose them. I’m not saying you wanted them to treat you badly. What I am saying is that nothing can change for you until you realize that at some level you have been choosing these men. Your relationship mirror back your deepest, most unconscious beliefs about ourselves. Not to hurt you—though it will feel like that until you wake up from your long, deep slumber—but so that you can have a healing and know who you really are. You delude yourself. So many people I met were very proud of their tough, take-charge interio and never wished to compromise. It is such a turn off.
I once had a girlfriend who was, how shall I say, interesting-looking. When we first started dating, there were times when I would look at her face and think, “Wait, what?” At first I even thought about breaking it off. Not only was her style completely different from mine—much more conservative—but everything about her physically was not what I was used to. But I stuck with it, in part because she had—seriously—a sparkling personality. She really did. She was one of the kindest, most agreeable people I have ever met. We stayed together for a good amount of time, and somewhere along the line my eye … adjusted. She had a ton of beauty; I just had to look at her differently to see it.Ultimately, loving that not-so-perfectlooking woman made me aware of a whole other level of beauty that, even though we’re no longer together, I can still access and appreciate. Years later, I learned this same lesson the opposite way, from a truly gorgeous woman, Melissa. We stayed together three years, and during that time I discovered that (unfortunately) the effect of beauty is often like any other effect: eventually it wears off. Usually sooner. It’s not that Melissa ceased to be gorgeous—the hordes of other men sniffing around all the time were proof of that. It’s that her beauty ceased to change the way I felt about her. It didn’t make me willing to put up with her bullshit (and she had a ton of bullshit)
I’ve always thought another interpretation of the Beauty and the Beast story is that it doesn’t actually matter if the woman I’m with is ugly or awful—if you give me some high-quality sex, I am going to attach to the woman no matter what. Unfortunate, but apparently true. A hot woman doesn't equal great sex.
There is also the law of attraction. It can mean a lot of things, but in this case it means that your match will always be, well, your match. So if what you are is shallow, then that’s what you’ll attract. No exceptions. Like always attracts like. When I bring more caring—more depth—to my dealings with women, not only do I begin to see something different in them, but I will begin to see something different in me. It comes down to the energy you are putting out there, which will always, and I mean always, return back exactly what you sent out. It’s like a boomerang. If you send out love, you will get back love.
But so many woman will not settle for anything less than a total catch. They wants a high-earning, tall, ..ect. They won’t say this out loud, but since they works hard to look good, have a great job, and feels, at some level, deserving of a guy who will drop as many jaws as she does. They dream of a certain life with a certain kind of man, and they don’t want to give up that dream. The problem is that when they hold out for so long, they end up sailing right past their mid-thirties.They wasted time with foxes. In the animal world, foxes hunt girl chicks and steal their eggs. That’s what they do in the dating world, too. You only have so many eggs, ladies. It effing sucks, but it’s true, and if you want to get married and have kids in that order (not that I’m stuck on the order), you need to take responsibility for this fact ASAP. The difference between “plenty of time” and “OMFG.
A friend of my said to me. recently..'You are a very amazing guy. Just don’t settle.”He didn't mean that I should get everything on a list. What he meant is that I am worth being committed to (which I know) and by someone who really deserves me (which I don’t always know). He meant that I need to take care with me, the way I would take care with something I really valued. It’s a message that I need to take to heart. Because when it seems like a woman is offering me something, I’m often tempted to just take it. Other times I’m tempted to just leave it. Either way, I lose sight of the real question: is this the right thing for me?
When you see a man who has the kind of resources like myself and has his picking of women yet has chosen to be with a woman who is maybe not that spectacular-looking. I can only tell you that that woman must be a fantastic person who gave him the gift of seeing him beyond what he had to offer materially.Someone who is actually kind and loves him.
ARTICLE: The Bad Behavior of Visionary Leaders By TONY SCHWARTZ NYTIMES
We live in a world that values cruel people
As I was reading Ashlee Vance’s “Elon Musk: Tesla, Space X and the Quest for a Fantastic Future,” I was alternately awed and disheartened, almost exactly the same ambivalence I felt after reading Walter Isaacson’s “Steve Jobs” and Brad Stone’s “The Everything Store: Jeff Bezos and the Age of Amazon.”
The three leaders are arguably the most extraordinary business visionaries of our times. Each of them has introduced unique products that changed – or in Mr. Musk’s case, have huge potential to change – the way we live.
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I was awed by the innovative, courageous, persistent and creative ways all three built their businesses. I also love their products. I own a Mac Pro and an iPhone, and I have been a loyal customer of Apple for 20 years. I buy many books and other products on Amazon, lured by a blend of low prices, ease of purchase and reliably quick delivery. The Tesla X is hands down the best car I have ever driven, and it’s all electric, rechargeable in your garage.
Plainly, I have bought in to what these guys are selling.
What disheartens me is how little care and appreciation any of them give (or in Mr. Jobs’s case, gave) to hard-working and loyal employees, and how unnecessarily cruel and demeaning they could be to the people who helped make their dreams come true.
In fairness, the leaders all have loyal defenders. At Apple, for example, Mr. Jobs’s successors – including Tim Cook, the chief executive, and Jonathan Ive, the chief design officer – have argued that Mr. Jobs matured significantly as a leader in his final years. Mr. Musk and Mr. Bezos have senior leaders who have worked with them for many years. But even an admirer like Mr. Ive remained bewildered by the way Mr. Jobs treated people.
“He’s a very sensitive guy,” Mr. Ive told Mr. Isaacson shortly before Mr. Jobs died in 2011. “That’s one of the things that makes his antisocial behavior, his rudeness, so unconscionable. I can understand why people who are thick-skinned and unfeeling can be rude, but not sensitive people.”
Given the extraordinary success of these men, the obvious question is whether being relentlessly hard on people, and even cruel, may get them to perform better.
Like their biographers, I think the answer is no. Our research at the Energy Project has shown that the more employees feel their needs are being met at work – above all, for respect and appreciation – the better they perform.
As Mr. Isaacson writes of Mr. Jobs: “Nasty was not necessary. It hindered him more than it helped him.”
Similarly, a person who worked with Mr. Musk told Mr. Vance: “He can be so gentle and loyal, and then hard on people when it isn’t necessary.”
At Amazon, Mr. Bezos’s angry outbursts came to be called “nutters.” “He was capable of hyperbole and cruelty in these moments,” Mr. Stone writes, “and over the years delivered some devastating rebukes to employees.”
Why would otherwise brilliant men behave in such destructive ways?
The first answer is that they can. Genius covers a lot of sins. A great product is a great product, and you don’t have to do everything right to be successful. Most customers don’t care how the sausage gets made, as long as it tastes good.
Employees, in turn, are willing to sacrifice a lot to work for a visionary. Much as Mr. Jobs was, Mr. Musk and Mr. Bezos are passionate, inspiring and charismatic leaders.
“Numerous people interviewed for this book decried the work hours, Musk’s blunt style and his sometimes ludicrous expectations,” Mr. Vance wrote. “Yet almost every person – even those who had been fired – still worshiped Musk and talked about him in terms usually reserved for superheroes or deities.
Finally, a certain level of financial success and the resulting power effectively excuse those who achieve it from the ordinary rules of civility and even humanity.
Mr. Jobs drove around without a license on his car, and he regularly parked in spaces reserved for the handicapped. As Mr. Ive said of his attitude, “I think he feels he has a liberty and a license to do that. The normal rules of social engagement, he feels, don’t apply to him.”
Amazon employees collected examples of Mr. Bezos’s most eviscerating put-downs, including, “Are you lazy or just incompetent?” “Why are you wasting my life?” and “I’m sorry, did I take my stupid pills today?”
When Mr. Musk’s loyal executive assistant of 12 years asked for a significant raise, he told her to take a two-week vacation while he thought about it. When she returned, he told her the relationship wasn’t going to work anymore. According to Mr. Vance, they haven’t spoken since.
Abusive as all this sounds, I would argue that most of the bad behavior of these men is fear-based, impulsive and reactive rather than consciously hurtful. It grows not out of a sense of superiority but rather of insecurity.
Some of my data, unfortunately, is my own experience. I spent most of my early adulthood relentlessly seeking to prove my worth and worrying that I would forever fall short. I have spent my recent years far more focused on trying to become a caring and encouraging leader. Even so, I know well the anxious feeling that can arise when a deal is coming undone, a project isn’t gelling or an employee seems to be falling short. I know how frightening it can be to feel out of control.
People like these three visionaries deeply crave control. Each of them was far more likely to act out suddenly and behave poorly when he wasn’t getting exactly what he wanted — when he felt that others were failing to live up to his standards.
All three invested endless hours and energy in building and running their businesses — and far less in anything else, including taking care of the people who worked for them or even understanding what doing so might look like. To a large extent, people were simply a means to an end.
The question raised by the stories of these three men is not whether being tough, harsh and relentlessly demanding gets people to work better. Of course it doesn’t, and certainly not sustainably. Can anyone truly doubt that people are productive in workplaces that help them to be healthier and happier?
The more apt question is how much more these men could have enhanced thousands of people’s lives – and perhaps made them even more successful — if they had invested as much in taking care of them as they did in conceiving great products.
“Try not to become a man of success,” Albert Einstein once said, “but rather a man of value.”
As I was reading Ashlee Vance’s “Elon Musk: Tesla, Space X and the Quest for a Fantastic Future,” I was alternately awed and disheartened, almost exactly the same ambivalence I felt after reading Walter Isaacson’s “Steve Jobs” and Brad Stone’s “The Everything Store: Jeff Bezos and the Age of Amazon.”
The three leaders are arguably the most extraordinary business visionaries of our times. Each of them has introduced unique products that changed – or in Mr. Musk’s case, have huge potential to change – the way we live.
Life@Work
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Overcoming the Confidence Gap for WomenJUN 12
Escalating Demands at Work Hurt Employees and CompaniesJUN 5
Rather Than Fight or Flee, Take ResponsibilityMAY 15
The Enduring Hunt for Personal ValueMAY 1
The Power of Starting With ‘Yes’APR 17
See More »
I was awed by the innovative, courageous, persistent and creative ways all three built their businesses. I also love their products. I own a Mac Pro and an iPhone, and I have been a loyal customer of Apple for 20 years. I buy many books and other products on Amazon, lured by a blend of low prices, ease of purchase and reliably quick delivery. The Tesla X is hands down the best car I have ever driven, and it’s all electric, rechargeable in your garage.
Plainly, I have bought in to what these guys are selling.
What disheartens me is how little care and appreciation any of them give (or in Mr. Jobs’s case, gave) to hard-working and loyal employees, and how unnecessarily cruel and demeaning they could be to the people who helped make their dreams come true.
In fairness, the leaders all have loyal defenders. At Apple, for example, Mr. Jobs’s successors – including Tim Cook, the chief executive, and Jonathan Ive, the chief design officer – have argued that Mr. Jobs matured significantly as a leader in his final years. Mr. Musk and Mr. Bezos have senior leaders who have worked with them for many years. But even an admirer like Mr. Ive remained bewildered by the way Mr. Jobs treated people.
“He’s a very sensitive guy,” Mr. Ive told Mr. Isaacson shortly before Mr. Jobs died in 2011. “That’s one of the things that makes his antisocial behavior, his rudeness, so unconscionable. I can understand why people who are thick-skinned and unfeeling can be rude, but not sensitive people.”
Given the extraordinary success of these men, the obvious question is whether being relentlessly hard on people, and even cruel, may get them to perform better.
Like their biographers, I think the answer is no. Our research at the Energy Project has shown that the more employees feel their needs are being met at work – above all, for respect and appreciation – the better they perform.
As Mr. Isaacson writes of Mr. Jobs: “Nasty was not necessary. It hindered him more than it helped him.”
Similarly, a person who worked with Mr. Musk told Mr. Vance: “He can be so gentle and loyal, and then hard on people when it isn’t necessary.”
At Amazon, Mr. Bezos’s angry outbursts came to be called “nutters.” “He was capable of hyperbole and cruelty in these moments,” Mr. Stone writes, “and over the years delivered some devastating rebukes to employees.”
Why would otherwise brilliant men behave in such destructive ways?
The first answer is that they can. Genius covers a lot of sins. A great product is a great product, and you don’t have to do everything right to be successful. Most customers don’t care how the sausage gets made, as long as it tastes good.
Employees, in turn, are willing to sacrifice a lot to work for a visionary. Much as Mr. Jobs was, Mr. Musk and Mr. Bezos are passionate, inspiring and charismatic leaders.
“Numerous people interviewed for this book decried the work hours, Musk’s blunt style and his sometimes ludicrous expectations,” Mr. Vance wrote. “Yet almost every person – even those who had been fired – still worshiped Musk and talked about him in terms usually reserved for superheroes or deities.
Finally, a certain level of financial success and the resulting power effectively excuse those who achieve it from the ordinary rules of civility and even humanity.
Mr. Jobs drove around without a license on his car, and he regularly parked in spaces reserved for the handicapped. As Mr. Ive said of his attitude, “I think he feels he has a liberty and a license to do that. The normal rules of social engagement, he feels, don’t apply to him.”
Amazon employees collected examples of Mr. Bezos’s most eviscerating put-downs, including, “Are you lazy or just incompetent?” “Why are you wasting my life?” and “I’m sorry, did I take my stupid pills today?”
When Mr. Musk’s loyal executive assistant of 12 years asked for a significant raise, he told her to take a two-week vacation while he thought about it. When she returned, he told her the relationship wasn’t going to work anymore. According to Mr. Vance, they haven’t spoken since.
Abusive as all this sounds, I would argue that most of the bad behavior of these men is fear-based, impulsive and reactive rather than consciously hurtful. It grows not out of a sense of superiority but rather of insecurity.
Some of my data, unfortunately, is my own experience. I spent most of my early adulthood relentlessly seeking to prove my worth and worrying that I would forever fall short. I have spent my recent years far more focused on trying to become a caring and encouraging leader. Even so, I know well the anxious feeling that can arise when a deal is coming undone, a project isn’t gelling or an employee seems to be falling short. I know how frightening it can be to feel out of control.
People like these three visionaries deeply crave control. Each of them was far more likely to act out suddenly and behave poorly when he wasn’t getting exactly what he wanted — when he felt that others were failing to live up to his standards.
All three invested endless hours and energy in building and running their businesses — and far less in anything else, including taking care of the people who worked for them or even understanding what doing so might look like. To a large extent, people were simply a means to an end.
The question raised by the stories of these three men is not whether being tough, harsh and relentlessly demanding gets people to work better. Of course it doesn’t, and certainly not sustainably. Can anyone truly doubt that people are productive in workplaces that help them to be healthier and happier?
The more apt question is how much more these men could have enhanced thousands of people’s lives – and perhaps made them even more successful — if they had invested as much in taking care of them as they did in conceiving great products.
“Try not to become a man of success,” Albert Einstein once said, “but rather a man of value.”
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