The STD most men hide...

Today one of my clients looked like she had just sucked a lemon. Now as a gigolo with seventeen years in the business, I have been privy to many intimate conversations with women from all walks of life. Today, my client asked me how she, an attractive, educated, and well established professional was having a hard time getting her "man" to take their relationship to the next level. One question revealed the whole story.
"Are the both of you dating other people?" I asked.
"Yes, we see other people, but I don't have the same connection with anyone else." she replied.
Her diagnosis was simple. She was an acute S.T.D. while S.O.S. I thought she was going to slap me.
"I do not have an emergency case of a sexually transmitted disease. I'm smart enough to use protection!" she exclaimed.
Now, I was happy to hear she practiced safe sex, but the S.T.D. S.O.S I was referring to was an acronym. Something To Do while Stuck On Stupid. This lady had fallen victim to a charismatic charm and personality and had been willing to share those goodies with other women.
If you are allowing a man to actively date other women in front of your face, why do you expect it to go to another level? What's the point of buying a single cow when he can have a pasture full of milk?
Tip for the day: Don't line dance, when you want to two step.

He said "I love you." then punched her in the face...

"Damn it!" he said as he punched his fist through the bedroom drywall.
This was the third time in less than a month that he had taken his frustration out on an inanimate object. Where were these sudden outbursts of anger coming from?  When she first met Joe he was so gentle, kind, attentive... She remembered their Genesis. It amused her how meticulous he was. Whenever they strolled through the park, he would actually alter his footsteps to avoid stepping on an insect.
"Girl, he wouldn't hurt a fly." she used to tell her friends. You can imagine her surprise the first time he punched her in the face...
Her intuition told her to run, her emotions suggested she wait.
She STAYED...
It had been such a long time since she had been in a relationship, most men just wanted to play games, but not Joe. He had pursued her like she was the last woman on Earth. An insatiable thirst drew him to her waters. He was generous with his wallet and compliments and the twinge of jealousy he displayed whenever he felt another man was pushing up on his territory turned her on! Men didn't react like that if they didn't care; did they? Large hands caressing the small of her back, moist lips and tender kisses against the nape of her neck...
Most nights they made love into the wee hours of the morning.  He was the man of her dreams.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"I'm sorry, honey. Please open the door."Joe pleaded from outside her bedroom window.
"I've been a jerk. I promise this will be the last time you will ever have to deal with something like this, please let me in."
She remained silent.
"I brought you a gift.. please, baby, we can work this out... I love you!"
Those three words melted her heart. Was he actually crying?
"He isn't that bad, he's just been under a lot of pressure lately." she reasoned.
Her black eye and bruised cheek were just beginning to heal...
 "Baby, please." he said as he wiped the tears from his face.
 "I refuse to live my life without you!"
The fear of loneliness compelled her to action.
"Don't do it!" cried an inner voice as she forced herself off the bed,
"Breathe..." she thought, her racing heart pumping blood much faster than it normally would.
 "We're just going to talk"
Shaking hands and wobbly legs carried her towards the front door.
"Just one more chance, baby, I promise this will be the last time, open the door..."
Nobody is perfect, everyone deserved another chance. This time he really sounded sincere.
"Do you promise this will be the last time, Joe?"
"Yes, honey. I promise. I love you!"
"Don't do it!" the voice in her head pleaded.
"I love you too, baby!" she said as she unlocked the deadbolt and flung open the front door.
"I knew we could work things out, sweetheart!' she smiled.
The autumn night breeze that cooled her tear stained face was instantly replaced by the hot, searing pain of acid as it burned into her skin and melted her flesh.
"I told you this would be the last time you would go through this!" he said as he watched her beauty dissolve.
"Thanks to you, I finally became a man of my word."
She died.
Point to Ponder: Red flags signal danger for a reason; get out while you can.

For Men's eyes only...

Gentlemen, gather around the Round Table as I expose a Crown Jewel of "the game".
Rule: A woman cannot help who she is attracted to.
She most certainly, however, controls how she manages that attraction. That's where the art of manipulation comes into play. In the realm of attraction, opposites attract and confidence is key. No woman likes a "yes" man. Set expectations for them to abide by and boundaries that must not be crossed.
Hard Truth: Women live by the unspoken notion that they are the prize to be attained and therefore expect men to cater to their every whim. Men who fall for this tactic seldom ever realize their own power. The truth is, men are in the minority and in high demand.
Fact: We do not have to jump through flaming hoops or compete for a woman's attention anymore. Unless they choose an alternative lifestyle they have no choice but to reassess their expectations and redefine outdated definitions of what modern day relationships consist of.  In today's world, they have to compete for our attention and prove themselves worthy or sit on the sidelines alone.
Tip for the day:  Make her work for your attention as hard as you're working for hers.

The Denny

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked while standing in front of the full length mirror.
Relatively speaking, this woman was one of the most sought after actresses in Hollywood and after being featured on the cover of a magazine as "The Sexiest Woman Alive" a few years back, I thought she was trying to be funny.
"I'm here with you aren't I?"
"You're here because I'm paying you. Now please, answer the question."
Was she serious?
This has always vexed me; how, externally, the most beautiful "Dyme" can internally identify with a discarded penny. (I refer to them as Dennies) This single trait has kept me relevant and employed for many years.


Fact: Dennies have no problem at all getting a man, they just can't seem to keep one.

Your below average self esteem will eventually override your above average appearance.
Whenever that happens, prepare to travel the highway of love alone. External beauty has always dissolved to insignificance against the pale backdrop of emotional insecurity.
"Dennies'' cannot keep a man because they try too hard.
Are you a Dennie?  Ask yourself these two questions...
"How hard was it to attract him in the first place?'
I assume about as hard as eating an Oreo cookie. Now ask yourself this:
"How have the dynamics changed from then until now?"
If you find that you have become a distrusting nag, you are a "Dennie".
That same man who pursued you like you were the last cup of water in the Sahara Desert will turn around and avoid you like a convict dodging the police if you evolve into this. Your mouth will render your face and physique insignificant. Sure, he can be replaced, but be honest, aren't you tired of going around the same old mountain, man after man, year after year? If so, get your sexy back AND KEEP It! Too many women these days relate their sex appeal to tight fitting clothing and how close they can get to being naked without being arrested for indecent exposure. If  that's you, you're missing the bus. Sexy has and always will be a state of mind.  Rediscover your value and start being the "Dyme" you were created to be.
 Tip for the day: Lose your insecurity and find your man.