As even I would struggle as to how to gauge a woman and goal of this relationship, a wise friend of mine said, "why do you have to date to marry, why can't you date to date." Now this is a lesson that some of you who can trace your lineage to sheep herders roaming Balkan hills may have forgotten. Keep a ewe until she no longer can physically or emotionally provide you with the comfort and emotional support you crave and move on.( Sheep may be substituted for any item, animate or inanimate, for those of you from the Kentucky Lakes area).
Why does meeting someone have to lead to anything? Once you realize your true potential you will manifest who is needed. Until then, learn to enjoy the company of who you are with and relish every experience with that person. If you are not enjoying what is happening, then get the hell out. One of the first times I realized that I had finally matured(yeah right), is when I had a beautiful woman within my grasp. I sat there, not trying anything physical, just watched her looking at a video on the tele. All that was on my mind was could you please leave so I can go watch a buddy of mine play music. This woman had everything, great looks, great body, and her financial and professional life were on a roll. But that voice inside said no, let her go, and I am glad I did. She is a wonderful person, but just not the right one for me.
One school of thought is why should I waste my time with this person. First of all, we can learn and grow from all types of experiences. Thinking that I knew what I wanted in life and having stepped on enough land mines for other guys in my life time, I began to date again. I have met absolutely wonderful women, some of who I have adored and others whose absurdity I thought could be handled because I was the New Sax. Just as mythical creatures can rise from ashes, we can all grow and learn from a disastrous and embarrassing relationship. Once I regressed into Old Sax, until an amazing human being asked me, in an innocent way, why I date the same type of woman,.That one statement once again opened my eyes and I realized which was just going back to people with whom I had always been comfortable because they treated me badly. Why did I step in the same pile of shit I had just wiped off - because I had never been worthy of more.
Unfortunately, I am not the only one who has indulged in this reoccurring pattern of non-sensible behavior. We are amazing creatures with an ability to see the mistakes of others while being completely blinded to our own follies. It must be part of our self preservation. When we make the same mistakes, maybe we are being told that we just are not quite ready to take the next step forward and must have a deja vu until we wake up from this dream to the next level. We are Bill Murray in Ground Hog Day.
When we meet this new paramour, the new Mr./Ms. Perfect, we become enthralled with the physical aspects. But eventually, the person will have to speak, act and interact with life and we will have to start listening to those inner voices that tell us in that Ren manner, "Geet ouut, geet ouuut naaoww"!!! Some of you listen, some of us don't. Fortunately, for some reason I have been able to survive the attack of the killer rabbit and I did not even run away. Yes my little princesses, even Sax is scarred in many ways and is weary of fighting any more stupid battles, because relationship, although work, should not be a war with competing interests seeking to dominate.
So never settle for anything or anyone else who is not worthy of you. believe in your own self worth and do not date with a purpose. Let things go where they go, because that is the way it is meant to be. Think about what you really want, what you really deserve and the roads that lead to this ultimate goal will unfold before you,
So Sez SAx...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Can Love Ever Conquer the Abscence of a Super Wal-Mart?
A good friend of mine is facing a crossroads in her life and is reaching out to all of us for help. Not that I alone could not provide her with the insight needed to have the semblance of a normal relationship with a good hearted man. But, being one who puts a lot of faith in and has a livelihood that thrives upon, how the masses will react given a certain set of criteria, she yearns for the opinions of many.
So the following is the question which will determine where she spends the rest of her life: Do you move to Beautifulville with a wonderful man who provides for all your needs(as much as any man can provide for her needs) and face the prospect of having to drive more than 25 miles to go to a "regular" walmart. Do you force him to uproot his life and move south to Puyallup where, mind you, there is just not one, but TWO Super Walmarts. Finally, do you just remain in that wonderful town in which you have been sooo happy?
Now, don't want any brains frying over this question, but we must seriously ponder this dilemma. Where else can you shop where: teeth are optional; odd numbers at the end of the price are unheard of; sobriety is optional; being ambulatory is optional; you can rest assured that, from the looks of the person who just left the stall before you, there are no weight limits on the toilet or what can be placed in them; you can sign a petition to amend your state's constitution and the ability to read the wording is not a prerequisite; people are actually encouraged to park their trailers overnight on the premise that items manufactured to add positive aroma to the human body may actually be purchased, and you can buy fattening food next to those pants you will not be able to fit into next week(unless you are looking at the special jeans with elastic bands.)
Sam Walton and his progeny are the Thomas Jefferson's of mass retail. All Men and Women are Created Equal. Everyone can be stylish, eat like a pig and own way too many of those useless little plastic bags which will be the only items left on earth to be dug up by alien archaeologist.
So, attached to the side is the first Saxpoll: Should this vixen stay put in a town where there are a minimum of Eight Super Walmarts in a 45 mile radius, condition any move West to a home in Puyallup, or let the man stay where he has roots.
We have 30 days to help her decide....Please do the American thang and vote,
So Sez Sax...
So the following is the question which will determine where she spends the rest of her life: Do you move to Beautifulville with a wonderful man who provides for all your needs(as much as any man can provide for her needs) and face the prospect of having to drive more than 25 miles to go to a "regular" walmart. Do you force him to uproot his life and move south to Puyallup where, mind you, there is just not one, but TWO Super Walmarts. Finally, do you just remain in that wonderful town in which you have been sooo happy?
Now, don't want any brains frying over this question, but we must seriously ponder this dilemma. Where else can you shop where: teeth are optional; odd numbers at the end of the price are unheard of; sobriety is optional; being ambulatory is optional; you can rest assured that, from the looks of the person who just left the stall before you, there are no weight limits on the toilet or what can be placed in them; you can sign a petition to amend your state's constitution and the ability to read the wording is not a prerequisite; people are actually encouraged to park their trailers overnight on the premise that items manufactured to add positive aroma to the human body may actually be purchased, and you can buy fattening food next to those pants you will not be able to fit into next week(unless you are looking at the special jeans with elastic bands.)
Sam Walton and his progeny are the Thomas Jefferson's of mass retail. All Men and Women are Created Equal. Everyone can be stylish, eat like a pig and own way too many of those useless little plastic bags which will be the only items left on earth to be dug up by alien archaeologist.
So, attached to the side is the first Saxpoll: Should this vixen stay put in a town where there are a minimum of Eight Super Walmarts in a 45 mile radius, condition any move West to a home in Puyallup, or let the man stay where he has roots.
We have 30 days to help her decide....Please do the American thang and vote,
So Sez Sax...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Fountain of Youth
Alas, youth, that ever elusive concept. As I have aged so gracefully, looking old has never been an issue for me. A few crinkles across the forehead are remedied by quick trip to Publix or Safeway and a request for paper over plastic from the pimply faced boy who has just crushed my bread. But woman over the age of thirty are seriously struggling over this issue.
Times have changes for all of us. It used to be that a baseball cap permanently affixed to a man's head was a symbol that you had reached retirement age . The AARP, would send, along with your card, a baseball cap with a logo worthy of their membership. Choices were simple, Men West of the Mississippi received a John Deere logo, East were presented with a Jack Daniels hat.
For men, the answer has always been simple, because men are simple. Find a girl over the age of eighteen who is dumb enough to go out with you under the illusion that you will spend some serious cash. hang out with her and her friends and through osmosis, you start acting and feeling young again. Never mind the snickering behind your back and the constant request to buy all the liquor based upon the crew's lack of money and requisite age. You have now become the cool guy that you would laugh at, remember him, played by Don Rickles in all the Beach movies.
Let's remind ourselves of the unwritten rule of age limit for dating when you pass 40: take your age, divide it in half and add seven. This guideline seems to be true and tested by many of my friends. What the hell else would you have to talk to with a twenty year old whose only memory of a President has been a Bush or Clinton. But we always justify our relationships with catch phrases such as "she's mature beyond her years" and "she is an old soul that gets me." The only subtitles I see when hearing this buzz is "look man, she sleeps with me and you're just jealous."The one thing that a man can always preserve in times of trouble is his class. Really, young people's music sucks, their piercings look painful, and their apathy about world and national events will not bode well when we are in nursing homes looking for the government to take care of us and we are relying on these folks to feed us and change our diaper.
As for women, I have an opportunity to speak to many of them during the course of the work week and when they tell me their age, I only sink inside when I realize we are born within a year or two apart and they look 20 years older. there is no legal requirement to cut that long hair and wear clothes that scream out I am old. But, then I realize it is not as superficial as what one looks like on the outside, it is what we radiate from within. We all age, but there is a direct corollary between how we look and the potential for living life that is being held back inside.Being older looking is a complete state of mind. If you feel that you are your last leg, you will look old. If you feel that life's adventure begins with every new day you will look like a person who is full of life. it will reflect in your attitude, the clothes you wear and the pride in every stride you take.
When I first walked into Mdme. C's office, I looked old. My soul was dead and I was on the edge of a coronary, stroke or total mental breakdown. Any angels, spirit guides, or other entities that compose that little voice we all here in times of great decisions were sitting on the sidelines because I had done the same to life. When I embraced my worth as a person and took my rightful position in the universe, I began to live again.There is no reason that any of us could not do the same. Embrace yourself and all your self worth and the universe will open to your soul. Manifesting what you want becomes part of your existence and possibilities are endless.
One good place to start is by looking at whoever is doing your hair. I didn't get that amazing curl naturally. There is not one person who works with hair who does not dress cool, have a funky hairdo that they have the confidence to wear outdoors, and isn't hip to the latest style. Maybe it's hours of inhaling ozone destroying fumes, but something is working for them.So let's unshackle ourselves from the negativity that those who don't get it try to hold us back with and live life like it was meant. With zeal, gusto, surrounded by friends and family who love us unconditionally and experiencing with all our senses and our soul,
So Sez Sax.....
Times have changes for all of us. It used to be that a baseball cap permanently affixed to a man's head was a symbol that you had reached retirement age . The AARP, would send, along with your card, a baseball cap with a logo worthy of their membership. Choices were simple, Men West of the Mississippi received a John Deere logo, East were presented with a Jack Daniels hat.
For men, the answer has always been simple, because men are simple. Find a girl over the age of eighteen who is dumb enough to go out with you under the illusion that you will spend some serious cash. hang out with her and her friends and through osmosis, you start acting and feeling young again. Never mind the snickering behind your back and the constant request to buy all the liquor based upon the crew's lack of money and requisite age. You have now become the cool guy that you would laugh at, remember him, played by Don Rickles in all the Beach movies.
Let's remind ourselves of the unwritten rule of age limit for dating when you pass 40: take your age, divide it in half and add seven. This guideline seems to be true and tested by many of my friends. What the hell else would you have to talk to with a twenty year old whose only memory of a President has been a Bush or Clinton. But we always justify our relationships with catch phrases such as "she's mature beyond her years" and "she is an old soul that gets me." The only subtitles I see when hearing this buzz is "look man, she sleeps with me and you're just jealous."The one thing that a man can always preserve in times of trouble is his class. Really, young people's music sucks, their piercings look painful, and their apathy about world and national events will not bode well when we are in nursing homes looking for the government to take care of us and we are relying on these folks to feed us and change our diaper.
As for women, I have an opportunity to speak to many of them during the course of the work week and when they tell me their age, I only sink inside when I realize we are born within a year or two apart and they look 20 years older. there is no legal requirement to cut that long hair and wear clothes that scream out I am old. But, then I realize it is not as superficial as what one looks like on the outside, it is what we radiate from within. We all age, but there is a direct corollary between how we look and the potential for living life that is being held back inside.Being older looking is a complete state of mind. If you feel that you are your last leg, you will look old. If you feel that life's adventure begins with every new day you will look like a person who is full of life. it will reflect in your attitude, the clothes you wear and the pride in every stride you take.
When I first walked into Mdme. C's office, I looked old. My soul was dead and I was on the edge of a coronary, stroke or total mental breakdown. Any angels, spirit guides, or other entities that compose that little voice we all here in times of great decisions were sitting on the sidelines because I had done the same to life. When I embraced my worth as a person and took my rightful position in the universe, I began to live again.There is no reason that any of us could not do the same. Embrace yourself and all your self worth and the universe will open to your soul. Manifesting what you want becomes part of your existence and possibilities are endless.
One good place to start is by looking at whoever is doing your hair. I didn't get that amazing curl naturally. There is not one person who works with hair who does not dress cool, have a funky hairdo that they have the confidence to wear outdoors, and isn't hip to the latest style. Maybe it's hours of inhaling ozone destroying fumes, but something is working for them.So let's unshackle ourselves from the negativity that those who don't get it try to hold us back with and live life like it was meant. With zeal, gusto, surrounded by friends and family who love us unconditionally and experiencing with all our senses and our soul,
So Sez Sax.....
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Does your man pass "the test"?
When I go through my doubts about a woman, and believe me, I have had more than a few (both doubts and women), I have been using this special test that was introduced to me by a phenomenal therapist. In an effort to salvage my marriage, I sought advice from all quarters no matter how far-fetched they may have sounded. From the dashing picture, I am sure that you would be shocked to hear that my self image was such that I felt honored to be with someone. This was without even thinking they were lucky to be with me. Talking to her, who we will refer to as Mdme. M, saved my life both figuratively and literally. Her insights into the human condition were amazing and she opened doors that I busted through with relish and has led to who I am today. The Sax of yesteryear, my little double xx chromosome readers, was less than a third of the bag you see today!!! We will learn more about her in blogs to come.
This is what I learned about myself and should apply equally as well to many of you.
Have you ever been on that uneven playing field where one person had all the power in a relationship, while you felt like a drone there to serve the queen bee and die. I relinquished my being and self worth to someone else. When we first met, in listening and believing her life story, I was a rescuer, that knight in shining armor coming to her "Emotional Rescue". Sorry Mick and Keith, in my opinion that song was not worthy of you, just as the concept itself sucks!! Like the guy who jumps into the ocean to save the crazy person, the first thing they will do is pull you under to save their own hide. Their goal is to paddle to shore using your floating corpse. But, I accept responsibility for jumping and drowning is my own fault. But once you get out, the true friends in your life will be there to revive your butt, once again. The universe had its purpose for putting me with this person and I have the most beautiful children with whom to share life's adventure. We are, where we are, because that is where we are meant to be.
Your have is to deal with your own issues, not take on another's. This does not mean that you are not there to listen and offer advice. Only that person can resolve what is going on in their own life and receive their own inner peace. It is sad when you meet a person who is so amazing, you can see who there are, but some ass has destroyed their self worth and self esteem, sucked the life out of them, and will still not let them go through constant manipulation.
It is not that I am stupid, but have done many stupid things. Everyone has. I just happened to marry mine. Sax tip, if you meet a man/woman and within the first 30 minutes have formed the conclusion that they are crazy, nothing but bad news, don't date/marry them. THIS IS NOT A GOOD SIGN!!! Their looks, the lure of incredible sex, and a pathetic life story(which is probably embellished) are not worth the psychological torture that will be endured during the relationship and the resulting break-up/divorce, until, of course, they leech on to another.
So, if the road is rocky, "you can't sleep, can't eat, there's no doubt, you're in deep," shit that is, not "addicted to love." Perform this simple test. BUT BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF OR IT WILL BE A WASTE OF TIME AND KEEP YOU IN A BAD PLACE. So ladies, for one week straight, in every male you meet, regardless of their age, find their inner beauty. For one week out of your life, put aside just the physical aspects of a person. Look at people and see what makes this person special and beautiful from their inner light, their soul. As you work on this task, look at the person you are with. Really look at Mr./Ms. Perfect for who they are, not this false image we have created in or mind in order to justify spending way too much of our precious time in their undeserving presence.
Maybe if I had looked at the women I married this way and been honest with myself, I wouldn't have to face the daunting prospect of explaining past mistakes if I ever meet my true soul mate. But then if they are truly my soul mate, they would understand,
So Sez Sax.....
This is what I learned about myself and should apply equally as well to many of you.
Have you ever been on that uneven playing field where one person had all the power in a relationship, while you felt like a drone there to serve the queen bee and die. I relinquished my being and self worth to someone else. When we first met, in listening and believing her life story, I was a rescuer, that knight in shining armor coming to her "Emotional Rescue". Sorry Mick and Keith, in my opinion that song was not worthy of you, just as the concept itself sucks!! Like the guy who jumps into the ocean to save the crazy person, the first thing they will do is pull you under to save their own hide. Their goal is to paddle to shore using your floating corpse. But, I accept responsibility for jumping and drowning is my own fault. But once you get out, the true friends in your life will be there to revive your butt, once again. The universe had its purpose for putting me with this person and I have the most beautiful children with whom to share life's adventure. We are, where we are, because that is where we are meant to be.
Your have is to deal with your own issues, not take on another's. This does not mean that you are not there to listen and offer advice. Only that person can resolve what is going on in their own life and receive their own inner peace. It is sad when you meet a person who is so amazing, you can see who there are, but some ass has destroyed their self worth and self esteem, sucked the life out of them, and will still not let them go through constant manipulation.
It is not that I am stupid, but have done many stupid things. Everyone has. I just happened to marry mine. Sax tip, if you meet a man/woman and within the first 30 minutes have formed the conclusion that they are crazy, nothing but bad news, don't date/marry them. THIS IS NOT A GOOD SIGN!!! Their looks, the lure of incredible sex, and a pathetic life story(which is probably embellished) are not worth the psychological torture that will be endured during the relationship and the resulting break-up/divorce, until, of course, they leech on to another.
So, if the road is rocky, "you can't sleep, can't eat, there's no doubt, you're in deep," shit that is, not "addicted to love." Perform this simple test. BUT BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF OR IT WILL BE A WASTE OF TIME AND KEEP YOU IN A BAD PLACE. So ladies, for one week straight, in every male you meet, regardless of their age, find their inner beauty. For one week out of your life, put aside just the physical aspects of a person. Look at people and see what makes this person special and beautiful from their inner light, their soul. As you work on this task, look at the person you are with. Really look at Mr./Ms. Perfect for who they are, not this false image we have created in or mind in order to justify spending way too much of our precious time in their undeserving presence.
Maybe if I had looked at the women I married this way and been honest with myself, I wouldn't have to face the daunting prospect of explaining past mistakes if I ever meet my true soul mate. But then if they are truly my soul mate, they would understand,
So Sez Sax.....
Friday, March 28, 2008
Insincerity is the golden key to successful relationships
WOW, what a heading!!! Some may say that Sax must have had some extra servings of Thunderbird down at the local home deprived camp this morning. Some may find this vindication. No, my little female droogies, that is exactly how most of us live our lives, hiding in a shell instead of celebrating the amazing gift the universe has bestowed on us. Why, because of a yearn to impress some total stranger.
Let's be honest for one second, when you have met the perfect man, the first thing you dread is introducing him to the "girls". I have always hated meeting the "girls". There is always the one "girlfriend" who is way cooler and hotter than the Ms. Perfect that you just met. Women also have that unwritten rule that once you date one of "us" the rest are hands off.(Sax tip for men; before you dare approach Ms. Perfect, make sure you have at least seen all of the posse. This may delay your introduction for a couple of weeks, well worth it in the long run. One quick move and you are out of the loop with that crowd and expect a trickle down to at least two of their "outside the loop" girlfriends.)
The "girls" will smile, tell you how lucky you are, and talk about how he must keep you totally sleep deprived. But, you know exactly what will happen the moment you are out of sight. The "girls" huddle with a wolf pack mentality and are able to sense any weakness in Mr. Perfect. The worst part of their conversation is how you faked who you are for the new man.
YOU ALL DO IT. You're are not as funny, nor as relaxed. You can't say what you honestly feel. At times you look at your friends in that odd, bug-eyed, don't embarrass me manner when they are just being themselves. You're not laughing as loud in fear of being a turnoff. You fail to tell that bodily function joke, which is hilarious, because you don't want to be offensive(Mr. Perfect doesn't pee or poop). You don't scoop food with your fingers off someone else's plate. Gluttony is a deadly sin n' you can't look like you have fat potential. The topper is, then you piss off friends when you insult them for telling "him" about their birth mark that can't be seen.
Why do you do the eggshell shuffle? If this person gives a damn about you, he will like and accept you for who you are, not an illusion of what your brain is telling you some idiot wants you to be. So the next time a true friend calls and you put on your June Cleaver voice, because Mr. Perfect is lurking in the shadows, listening to every word. Remember this, the only reason you are not with your friends is that no one can stand the ass (Mr. Perfect) because of how he is treating you. They hate how you are changing from the person they once adored and had fun with. So, heed these words; You are guilty of falling in a false sense of love and are insincere in how you act to keep this facade.
But you do have free will, the universe, and the strength..... so get the hell out and go back to being the true you.
So Sez Sax...
Let's be honest for one second, when you have met the perfect man, the first thing you dread is introducing him to the "girls". I have always hated meeting the "girls". There is always the one "girlfriend" who is way cooler and hotter than the Ms. Perfect that you just met. Women also have that unwritten rule that once you date one of "us" the rest are hands off.(Sax tip for men; before you dare approach Ms. Perfect, make sure you have at least seen all of the posse. This may delay your introduction for a couple of weeks, well worth it in the long run. One quick move and you are out of the loop with that crowd and expect a trickle down to at least two of their "outside the loop" girlfriends.)
The "girls" will smile, tell you how lucky you are, and talk about how he must keep you totally sleep deprived. But, you know exactly what will happen the moment you are out of sight. The "girls" huddle with a wolf pack mentality and are able to sense any weakness in Mr. Perfect. The worst part of their conversation is how you faked who you are for the new man.
YOU ALL DO IT. You're are not as funny, nor as relaxed. You can't say what you honestly feel. At times you look at your friends in that odd, bug-eyed, don't embarrass me manner when they are just being themselves. You're not laughing as loud in fear of being a turnoff. You fail to tell that bodily function joke, which is hilarious, because you don't want to be offensive(Mr. Perfect doesn't pee or poop). You don't scoop food with your fingers off someone else's plate. Gluttony is a deadly sin n' you can't look like you have fat potential. The topper is, then you piss off friends when you insult them for telling "him" about their birth mark that can't be seen.
Why do you do the eggshell shuffle? If this person gives a damn about you, he will like and accept you for who you are, not an illusion of what your brain is telling you some idiot wants you to be. So the next time a true friend calls and you put on your June Cleaver voice, because Mr. Perfect is lurking in the shadows, listening to every word. Remember this, the only reason you are not with your friends is that no one can stand the ass (Mr. Perfect) because of how he is treating you. They hate how you are changing from the person they once adored and had fun with. So, heed these words; You are guilty of falling in a false sense of love and are insincere in how you act to keep this facade.
But you do have free will, the universe, and the strength..... so get the hell out and go back to being the true you.
So Sez Sax...
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Cell Phone Dating
Just for kicks, in one week, add up the hours spent on the following useless activities: wondering why he/she hasn't called and wondering why he/she won't text. Include in this calculation all of your friends' time wasted discussing these same useless topics and one comes to the inescapable conclusion that we are watching life trickle through our hands one cell minute at a time.
Investing in cell phone companies is a wise idea, if you have any money left after your divorce do the same. But does anyone remember, God forbid, ten years ago when this convenience was not available. I fondly look back on those days when a blinking red light on an answer machine or that annoying repeated beeping when you picked up your phone vindicated your existence as a human being. Holy Shit, someone wanted to actually acknowledge your existence, and with any luck, it wasn't your mother!!! You got your messages at home, at night, and did not waste woman hours at work!!
Don't get me wrong, I like the fact that you can now look at your phone display and recognize that 800 prefix as one assigned to southern India or non-Taliban Pakistan. I am also flattered when the person on the other end wants to speak to Mr. Sex (why are these folks forced to humiliate themselves by pronouncing names that are so foreign to their native tongue, the English did such a disservice to these countries) about an overdue bill for overpriced items made down the road from the call center located in a village near you.
I, must shamefully admit, was once a closet wait'er. The yearning to call one more time was not to contact the other person for a pressing life and death matter, but rather to be told, in an indirect way, that I was worthy.
Enough bullshit. I got over that and so should we all. If you really know the person well, within your heart lies the answer as to the unreturned phone call. God forbid that, unlike yourself, he/she has a life or a job; or that they just don't like being on the phone as much as you do. God forbid that they will see you in a couple of hours and anything life altering can wait. Accessibility to instant contact by that piece of metal that is emitting who knows what levels of radiation and other negative electrical impulses has changed our nature. We want to talk and do so now!!!
Finally, communication is also used by people to mess with a partner's mind. "I will make them yearn for me by not calling immediately" is a mantra used by some. Once again, do you really want to spend your life with someone like that. You know full well that once a guy captures you using this tried and true method, the phone will ring off the hook as he rocks in his work chair like Norman Bates' mother.
So talk up front about calls, don't go psycho with the phone and appreciate your partner in the flesh rather than with a corporate logo pressed against your ear.
So sez Sax......
Investing in cell phone companies is a wise idea, if you have any money left after your divorce do the same. But does anyone remember, God forbid, ten years ago when this convenience was not available. I fondly look back on those days when a blinking red light on an answer machine or that annoying repeated beeping when you picked up your phone vindicated your existence as a human being. Holy Shit, someone wanted to actually acknowledge your existence, and with any luck, it wasn't your mother!!! You got your messages at home, at night, and did not waste woman hours at work!!
Don't get me wrong, I like the fact that you can now look at your phone display and recognize that 800 prefix as one assigned to southern India or non-Taliban Pakistan. I am also flattered when the person on the other end wants to speak to Mr. Sex (why are these folks forced to humiliate themselves by pronouncing names that are so foreign to their native tongue, the English did such a disservice to these countries) about an overdue bill for overpriced items made down the road from the call center located in a village near you.
I, must shamefully admit, was once a closet wait'er. The yearning to call one more time was not to contact the other person for a pressing life and death matter, but rather to be told, in an indirect way, that I was worthy.
Enough bullshit. I got over that and so should we all. If you really know the person well, within your heart lies the answer as to the unreturned phone call. God forbid that, unlike yourself, he/she has a life or a job; or that they just don't like being on the phone as much as you do. God forbid that they will see you in a couple of hours and anything life altering can wait. Accessibility to instant contact by that piece of metal that is emitting who knows what levels of radiation and other negative electrical impulses has changed our nature. We want to talk and do so now!!!
Finally, communication is also used by people to mess with a partner's mind. "I will make them yearn for me by not calling immediately" is a mantra used by some. Once again, do you really want to spend your life with someone like that. You know full well that once a guy captures you using this tried and true method, the phone will ring off the hook as he rocks in his work chair like Norman Bates' mother.
So talk up front about calls, don't go psycho with the phone and appreciate your partner in the flesh rather than with a corporate logo pressed against your ear.
So sez Sax......
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Anonymous Girl life interrupted
Open for business one day and got my first comment asking for advice, Well Ms. Anonymous, here we go.
Well, five years with the same guy, hint of marriage and you keep hanging on. He must have been raised on a dairy farm and believes in the old adage about buying cows when the milk is free. You've hung on for five years, put you life on hold, for what? After all this time, the threat of walking out the door means nothing!!
He knows how to manipulate you and will sweet talk you right into his bedroom with promises of commitment. Some roses, a few dinners, some cheap wine, and shazaam, you will be reaching out to another anonymous blogger for love advice. STOP ACTING LIKE A LOSER. DON'T BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED ANY LONGER.
Stop acting like a wife if you aren't one and make him beg to keep you. More torturous than water boarding, indifference by a submissive partner will strike at the heart of this male's ego. If you work, start staying late. Go out with the girls and stay over at one's house for the night. When dressing in the morning, go through no less three outfits in front of him and don't ask his advice on any of them, just smile and nod to yourself in the mirror when you have made a choice. Only if he wonders, will he start feeling the threat that is inherent in every man's genes, that his cave is being invaded by a stranger and HIS woman is being taken.
Now, I have no clue as to why you would love this charming fellow, but
if he starts paying attention because of a threat to his ego, he doesn't give a damn about you and you need to drop him now. What an ass, to treat a human being like a possession and pay attention to a woman because of what you may lose as it reflects on you is what females have been putting up with for years. Of course, the only reason you have stayed with him is his empty promise, so he has done everything right.
Find a nice guy who likes you for you and no other reason. But of course, after years of putting up with shit, all you will do is make this new guy's life miserable by reflecting on your one true love and weaving him and those glorious five years into conversations until this new guy gets the guts to dump you.
So Sez Sax.....
Well, five years with the same guy, hint of marriage and you keep hanging on. He must have been raised on a dairy farm and believes in the old adage about buying cows when the milk is free. You've hung on for five years, put you life on hold, for what? After all this time, the threat of walking out the door means nothing!!
He knows how to manipulate you and will sweet talk you right into his bedroom with promises of commitment. Some roses, a few dinners, some cheap wine, and shazaam, you will be reaching out to another anonymous blogger for love advice. STOP ACTING LIKE A LOSER. DON'T BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED ANY LONGER.
Stop acting like a wife if you aren't one and make him beg to keep you. More torturous than water boarding, indifference by a submissive partner will strike at the heart of this male's ego. If you work, start staying late. Go out with the girls and stay over at one's house for the night. When dressing in the morning, go through no less three outfits in front of him and don't ask his advice on any of them, just smile and nod to yourself in the mirror when you have made a choice. Only if he wonders, will he start feeling the threat that is inherent in every man's genes, that his cave is being invaded by a stranger and HIS woman is being taken.
Now, I have no clue as to why you would love this charming fellow, but
if he starts paying attention because of a threat to his ego, he doesn't give a damn about you and you need to drop him now. What an ass, to treat a human being like a possession and pay attention to a woman because of what you may lose as it reflects on you is what females have been putting up with for years. Of course, the only reason you have stayed with him is his empty promise, so he has done everything right.
Find a nice guy who likes you for you and no other reason. But of course, after years of putting up with shit, all you will do is make this new guy's life miserable by reflecting on your one true love and weaving him and those glorious five years into conversations until this new guy gets the guts to dump you.
So Sez Sax.....
Saturday, March 22, 2008
What men really want
OK ladies, I'm about to let you in on men's dirty little dating secrets. No, I'm not going to ask you to buy my e-book......... all you have to do is, stay tuned, check back or subscribe to my feed.......... and you will learn all of the secrets that you need to know for FREE.
Have you ever wondered....
Why he won't commit?
How to get him to open up and really "talk" to you?
Why he cheats, and how to catch him?
What the hell is so important about guys night out.......... and what really goes on?
You are probably wondering what makes me an expert. Well, I'm a guy, I've dated (a lot), been afraid of commitment and broken a ton of hearts along the way. Why I'm I so willing to share what really goes on now? Let's step back a month...........
I have a really amazing female friend. We met when we were in college. We never dated but have remained friends all of these years. I got a phone call from her recently. Her boyfriend of two and a half years had just broken it off with her, in a text.....if you can believe that! She was devastated. I always knew that he was a first class jerk, so did her friends. But no matter what he did or how he treated her she would always go back to him because "she loved him".
Well, I'm here to tell you that it's time you otherwise smart, successful and beautiful women wise the hell up and quit letting men (yeah, I know that I have been one of them) get away with this. I'll be here every step of the way, to share men's secrets and all of the unanswered questions you have about them. Feel free to ask away.........but remember, I'm going to be brutally honest. If you don't want to hear the real truth, don't bother to ask.
Until we talk again,
Sax
Have you ever wondered....
Why he won't commit?
How to get him to open up and really "talk" to you?
Why he cheats, and how to catch him?
What the hell is so important about guys night out.......... and what really goes on?
You are probably wondering what makes me an expert. Well, I'm a guy, I've dated (a lot), been afraid of commitment and broken a ton of hearts along the way. Why I'm I so willing to share what really goes on now? Let's step back a month...........
I have a really amazing female friend. We met when we were in college. We never dated but have remained friends all of these years. I got a phone call from her recently. Her boyfriend of two and a half years had just broken it off with her, in a text.....if you can believe that! She was devastated. I always knew that he was a first class jerk, so did her friends. But no matter what he did or how he treated her she would always go back to him because "she loved him".
Well, I'm here to tell you that it's time you otherwise smart, successful and beautiful women wise the hell up and quit letting men (yeah, I know that I have been one of them) get away with this. I'll be here every step of the way, to share men's secrets and all of the unanswered questions you have about them. Feel free to ask away.........but remember, I'm going to be brutally honest. If you don't want to hear the real truth, don't bother to ask.
Until we talk again,
Sax
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