Hank Sugar

Let’s tell it straight: as a young man nowadays, considering the society we’ve bred and grown up in, chivalry ain’t what it used to be that’s for damn sure – or perhaps it’s simply evolving. In my mind, it’s simple enough. If you truly are into a girl, don’t smother her with over-the-top good manners and etiquette; most of the time, that attitude will make you look like a bitch, which isn’t what you should be going for, ever. Make a woman feel good about herself and you will find her hot and bothered in your bed at the end of the night. I only speak from experience.

It is NOT rocket science to make a girl feel good about herself, but it is pretty much the essence of modern chivalry; do it not just to get laid, but because you can, because you should want to make someone, especially a woman, feel good. That right there will help every aspect of your game and life right off the bat. From friends to the fine ass girls at the bar, apply that basic line of thought and things will go better, faster and further than you’d think.

Obviously, let’s not get too crazy or corny when it comes to the spitting game, although there is a time and place to drop the corn ball shit. Probably not the best idea until you can comfortably goof around. Be it fuck buddy to girlfriend, just the classics will get you in the door. Simple compliments such as: “you look beautiful,” noticing her shoes, hair, purse, anything that you know they put time into – and even if you don’t know, say something nice.

Take a moment to look at your chick up and down and comment on something because when she is out and about looking good, she is doing it for you. The countless hours in the bathroom and shopping is all for you, so take a moment and appreciate. If you walk up to a girl who has clearly put time into herself and drop a genuine comment, like “you look beautiful tonight,” and follow it up with a “I’d love to buy you a drink, or dinner” or wherever you want to go with it, odds are if the girl has half a heart and you ain’t uncomfortably awkward you should have some one-on-one time on your hands.

And if a girl is looking blah and you both know it, even better. I’m no fashion guru but I can tell when a girl is at her best, her normal, and worst. And normal and worst could be the best time to drop in a little love: never kick someone when they’re down. In fact, extend your hand and help em up. Bullshit if you have too, but the bottom line here is to make a woman, or anyone for that matter, feel good about where they’re at…

Now if these classic compliments are my basic openers when I meet a girl, I also use them wherever and whenever I can with loved ones and random strangers: from the young lady I see strolling down the street who I have no chance with, to a girl who just looks bummed out at the bar for reasons I ignore, to my own mother. And if you can manage to apply this key concept, you will be lighting up the faces of hundreds of women and friends around you.

Help me resuscitate chivalry, be a gentleman with me, – cause it usually can lead to some ungentlemanly behavior (in the bedroom, that is.)

Amazing athlete and professional skater Brandon Biebel, recently threw down with some of the Girl and Chocolate pros for a training facility up in north hollywood. The place is fucking sick to sum it all up real quick, but with a touch of everything, to make sure you get what you want in your sesh. From a bit of trany, the longest ledge ever, and a 5 and 7 stair rail and hubba. Not to mention ping pong, darts, foosball, basketball, a lounge with everything needed, and a weed and liquor store across the street. Beebs blessed me and my boy Bryan Herman with a key for a week or so while the guys went to AZ for a filming trip with Ty. So i figured I’d let you all into this private skate paradise.

When you enter the warehouse, you first hit the ping pong room with a custom Neck Face wall mural.

The next room is the lounge with couches, refreg, flatscreen, xbox, the usual. If you make it through there without getting caught in a ping pong match or whatever sports game is on the tv…

You are greeted by the perfect complete park (including ipod dockable sound system!). On a daily basis you’ll run into Guy Mariano, Marc Johnson, Jeron Wlison, Anthony Van Engelen, Dylan Reider, some Baker/Deathwish crew and any other skater family based or visiting in the LA area.

With most of the crew living with in 10 to 15 min of the spot in north hollywood, you can always catch an epic session going down, whether it’s AVE and some Alien guys, any of Girl/Chocolate, or any skate family in the area, there is ALWAYS something going down real big over there. Make sure to stay current with whats going down at this amazing place. Biebel’s website, www.biebelsworld.com .

When going out in LA, things can be rough, especially if you’re a guy with no “status”, money, or connects….Ladies, we know how it goes, you got looks or 5 girls with you, and you’re in. Now I’d like to say I’ve done most of the scene here in LA, from the high society functions, clubs, to my preferred hole in the wall dive bars. But regardless of my setting, I try to keep my mingling rules somewhat simple and the same for each situation…

Stay Confident, read people the best you can, and make sure to keep yourself entertained. Being confident is a no brainer, girls like a confident man period. So now you’re confidently posted at the bar, putting out your vibe. Scanning the room, reading people the best you can, and you catch eyes with a girl; who actually pauses and smiles at you. In my head a smile is always an open invite for a “hello, you look beautiful tonight, may I get you a drink?” And if that goes well, I just try to keep myself entertained as much as possible. Which is a huge part of my game plan to begin with. Always keep yourself entertained you are going out for a good time, don’t be bored. In fact I find myself going out and just fucking with people for my own sick pleasure. I love to see how people squirm and react, especially in the clubs. Usually I want to shoot myself in the fucking face after 5 min of being inside So I HAVE to amuse myself. But the thing is I would never get to experience others and their squirming unless I had the balls to approach, so I guess what I’m saying is sac up. Don’t be afraid to have a good time, regardless of your “status” which is all bullshit anyway. Everyone deserves a good time, go have one.

Now, ladies, please don’t take offense but I gotta get this one of my chest. There is nothing more important then reciprocation in the bedroom… Now granted the night before the incident, I went blackout drunk status. And lets be clear, when I say blackout, I mean I have absolutely no idea what the fuck happened to me or in my bed a few hours before… I swear to god it was the morning after scene in The Hangover.

I came outa my alcohol induced coma in my boxers and socks, (always manage to keep my socks on, go figure) still wasted from going drink for drink with my new female friend who happens love Jameson…Now thats a love hate relationship, love whiskey but it can destroy your world; PLEASE BELIEVE. Anyway I wake up still absolutely hammered and look to my right and find a beautiful blonde, half naked, and riddled with hickeys, scratches, bite marks, you know the normal battle wounds. After admiring the view I looked to my left to find the draw that holds my bedside supplies has been pulled completely out of the dresser and is on the floor with shit scattered everywhere.

Now I don’t count condoms like a paranoid girlfriend but I know when I’m low, and I knew I had 3 when the night started, but for some reason there were only two there on the floor. I thought to myself, “thats weird, I’m sure if I had sex I’d remember it”, as I can’t recall this ever happening to me before. Who knows though maybe I blacked out and forgot…So my mind immediately starts running through the last things that I remember as I start looking around my room for more clues. Nothing. Blank. Total darkness. I can not for the life of me remember anything that happened from the moment when I got home, until the time I woke up. At this point there’s not much I can do about this, accepting the fact that I was a giant pile of shit last night I did the drunken dance to the toilet; telling my body to go in a straight line, but instead I take a few side steps here and there, you’ve been there. Still convinced I did not have sex last night and the condom is somewhere on my mess of a floor, I make it to the toilet. Sure enough there it was, floating and staring me in the face. It’s almost like I knew I wouldn’t remember so I left my self a little clue. Completely amused with myself I bursted into laughter and said to myself,” well at least I was safe.”

Coming up I had two wonderful women in my life, and they did what they could to help me understand the little I do about women. But lets face it ladies, you are the most complex, crazy, and amazing creatures; who are next to impossible for men to understand. But one thing I do understand and its one of bedroom rules I live by, is that sex should be like a chinese meal, no one leaves till everyone gets a fortune cookie. So me being the gentleman I strive to be, Ima walk my ass back to bed and make sure that my lady friend gets a cookie, just incase the blackout sex was horrible, i’m about make up for it right now. And if the sex was good, even better. Anyway I did my thing, she got her cookie. Needless to say I’m at full attention at this point, (Side note: ladies please remember this, there is nothing like getting a blow job first thing in the morning.) But alas, nothing…Now I’m sure this has happened to you before, you finish going to town on your partner and after you do your duties he or she is like ahhhhh thank you so much that was amazing…..aaaaaaaand thats the end of it. Suddenly your sitting there awkwardly like, ok….what about me?

Now when it comes to the bedroom there is nothing more that I love than to make a girl cum. Infact it’s my main goal for the most part. My nut is in a close second though….And I’m completely fine with being used, I’m some what of a whore as it is. But let’s be SUPER clear, if I put in enough time to where my tongue and jaw muscles are fatigued and it ends with your face in a pillow screaming i’m cumming, I damn sure best get some RECIPROCATION. I’m not completely bummed though, like I said before I love getting a girl to that point, we all need to cum. I’m just saying return the favor……be safe, and have fun
-Hank

Well, this was an interesting subject to tackle seeing as how for the most part I’m NOT relying on my coitus to make a lady cum. I’m no strapping black man and I definitely cannot fuck like a porn star every time I’m in the sack, which I’m guessing if you’re an honest man and not black you can relate to. Nothing against porn stars or black guys, I love you both, but you’re making it a lil rough for us normal folks… So I guess my angle on this would be… Don’t let her fake it.

Now, I’ve had every problem in the book, from the one pump chump to no matter how much I fuck you I’m not going to cum. There is no telling what little Hank is gonna pull. But that has never stopped me from foreplay. And to be honest that’s my best weapon in the bedroom. Not positive but most of the time a girl doesn’t want to be grabbed bent over and fucked… although it is good fun sometimes.

Cunnilingus Maximus if you will, not to jump right into it, but if you don’t have it down, get it down. I’m pretty sure we (men) know not to just rip a woman’s clothes and start fucking and sucking; Romance that shit fellas. It’s like grilling a steak, what’s the first step? Marinate that shit! I don’t know your recipe and you ain’t getting mine, but my steaks are marinating for at least a few hours, and if I have time to kill – 24 hours….

Can’t tell you how much less a woman cares about your performance after she just got done squirming, covering her face with a pillow, and pinning your head in between her thighs while you go to work…

Now here comes the big question. Ladies when do you fake it? Well that’s a damn good question especially from a male’s perspective…Well here goes…

It’s no secret ladies, we are very simple simple beings and for the most part, emotionally retarded… We rarely pick up on your hints, vibes, and other weird tests you have for us in your mind. When we don’t figure out your fucking Rubik’s cube of emotions, you freak out. Telling us we don’t care, this and that – but the fact is we do care, and if you didn’t play games and test us and just told us what the hell you wanted us to do, say etc. we would show you we cared! Let’s be clear though men, you need to have an antenna up at all times – actually scratch that – pick up a fucking satellite and put a super computer behind it… because when you do pick up on those hints nothing is better in their weird little heads, although they may not show it. Do your best to pay attention guys, I know its more or less impossible…

Which brings me to my point… LADIES: when it comes to sex and everything bedroom HELP US OUT, cause we don’t get a manual with that shit. I know you don’t want to, and feel you shouldn’t have to. And you don’t need to give a lesson every time you are in the mood and about to get down, but drop hints here and there: higher, lower, faster, slower, right there, don’t stop, and so on.

Now, I was in a house with two women growing up, and if I came out of it with anything, it is that sex SHOULD be like a Chinese dinner – no one leaves until everyone has gotten their fortune cookie. In my head there is nothing like making a woman cum, and I will usually stop at nothing to make that happen, but if shit just isn’t working and we’ve been through the motions, let’s be clear, we both wanna get the fuck outta there. If you’re not enjoying, neither am I… Fake it, get him off, make the man feel like a man, and send him on his way. You don’t need to fake an orgasm – just act like you are enjoying it, get through it, and find someone who can help you get your “O-face” on.

Bottom line, you don’t need to fake it. If you are both into it and willing to figure out how each others bodies work, you dirty girls and boys will be screaming all night.

Last Friday night I was with some of the crew at our local watering hole, falling into the normal pile of shit I am at the end of the day; whiskey in hand and surrounded by my good people. We do our usual thing, share stories, buy each other drinks, grab a bite to eat, whatever… The night goes on, one whiskey, two and so on… Eventually, I get up for a pit stop and notice a couple of very nice-looking, blonde “cougars” (if you will) sitting alone at the bar. Now any guy my age is stoked on cougars, but very few will go up and start shooting the shit with them. Personally, I have no problem either making a couple of middle aged women smile by flattering them and walking away; or charm them and then take them home to be used as a piece of meat. Either way I’m good.

On my way back from the bathroom I noticed that one of the guys had tried to spark a convo with them, so I snuck up behind him and jumped right in, figuring out who is married i.e. “wingwoman,” and who is the cougar on the prowl. After getting both their names, ordering a drink and starting a conversation, I could tell the one without the ring was kinda feeling me. We continued the small talk – most of it was flattering and hitting on the married one knowing she can’t hit back, it is quite the fun game to play, especially in front of the other. The drinks go on, and me and the single woman are dropping looks at each other, this and that, the usual… Now when it comes to older women, once they lock on to what they want, it takes quite a bit of will power to fight them off, it’s sorta like dangling a huge fresh steak in front of a lioness and expect her to just look at it, that lioness is gunna eat, ya feel me?

Anyway, I dangled my meat (!) to see if she was into it, and sure enough she seemed to be looking at me like a juicy steak. She finally gets up to go to the bathroom and stares at me for the entire time on her way there. Being the drunk and high retard that I am, I don’t pick up on her vibe at first. She comes back and whispers in my ear that I was supposed to follow her. Not more than a half a second pass before I stand up and walk straight to the bathroom with her right behind me…

We’re in LA right? – so I’m not surprised that once in the stall the first thing she asks me is if I have any blow… Now, I’m no drug addict but I’m down for some fun if the occasion (read: cougar) calls for it. But I’m NEVER walking around with a casual bag of cocaine in my pocket ya know? Luckily, one or some of my friends are and so I returned to the homies to procure some drugs, and somehow I did. Headed back to the bathroom to have a lil fun with my new predatory cat, the scene kinda reminded me of the tiger locked up in the bathroom in The Hangover.

When I walked in there I may as well have been walking into a lion cage at the zoo. After a few disturbing knocks on the bathroom door, we decide to take the party elsewhere. We catch a cab back to my building where we meet up with some of the neighbors for a beer and some of the drug I prefer: the devil’s lettuce, that’s right, good ole mary jane.

In fact, let’s pause for a second: imagine if you can Rick James’ Mary Jane playing in the background…

alright, where was I…?

Right, so we finally get back to my place where she wastes no time and starts hanging upside down in one of those inversion tables that help your back. A rush of blood to the head. Things start getting fucking crazy and we fast foward to every man’s favorite sight in the world: a woman (or two) in your bed, panting for air, sweating, and too tired to move from the position you left her (or them) in, usually ass in the air face down in the pillow, or collapsed on top of each other. I can’t remember a piece of art that ever moved me like that sight consistently moves me.

She finally gets herself together and tells me she’s going to take off. She asks me to call her a cab which I do, no problem: 1-800-300-5007. The cabby gets there in two minutes and I walk her down to the street like every good gentleman should. She turns to me to say goodbye and spills it…”I’m sooo sorry what was your name again!?” she asks me, embarrassed. I burst out in laughter and just say “it really doesn’t matter at this point. does it?! you should just go, it’s more fun that way.” She persists in knowing my name, so I recall the latest season on East Bound and Down and throw out the name Steve (you know what I’m talking about if you’re a fan and if not, you’re fucking out)… Knowing that’s not my real name, she just smiles and kisses me goodbye, and as she walks away I throw her a “bye Jane” as I had actually remembered her name! “It was a pleasure!”

So I turned around, went back to my spot without a phone number, email, no info – nothing; smoked a joint and enjoyed running through what just happened in my head.

Cougars, god bless you.

When it comes to Hollywood skateshops the pickings are slim to none. Most of them I would hesitate to call “shops” – they have more of an LA snobby boutique feel to them. Overpriced shoes, clothes, elitist employees and the feeling of “if I needed a complete setup they’d have everything you need……but bearings.” Although it is Hollywood, what would you expect? So I must say when walking into the new Hollywood Pharmacy, I felt like a little kid walking into his first skate shop all over again. It isn’t the overwhelming experience of walking into a huge Active franchise or something. The Pharmacy is short, sweet, and to the point. Exactly what a core shop should be, Hardgoods with a splash of soft.

The majority of the shop is split between the dopest hard goods and board selection in Hollywood, and a shoe wall that will satisfy any skater’s needs. The rest of the store is filled with core brand’s clothing and accessories. Not to mention the Emerica sponsored Hangout section in the back, complete with a old school 720 arcade game, computer with internet access, and a dope flat screen with classic videos playing all day… Oh wait I left out the huge buttery ass flat ground spot in the parking lot behind the shop, open for events on the regular; which has already hosted epic demos, signings, and premieres.

So where did this spot come from? Consider it the brain child of Pharmacy Don: Donny Damron and OG pro skater Bryan Herman. Donny has been behind the Pharmacy since 1997 and opened multiple shops in different states. Bryan on the other hand has been riding for the Pharmacy since age 13 and killing every aspect of the skate game since. When you mix someone who has been doing the shop game for years and one of skateboarding’s most respected riders, it’s tough to go wrong. And that’s exactly what this duo did, NOT GO WRONG. With Herman holding down the spot on a daily basis, any skater who knows what’s what is stoked to be able to walk in and shoot the shit with him or anyone of the local pros in the area that happen to be stopping by; Seeing the kids’ faces light up when they see their favorite skater(s) actually working or hanging in the shop, gripping boards, selling product, and putting in time with the locals and kids is just one of the few things the Pharmacy is bringing to the Hollywood youth and community… With the tight knit Pharmacy “Phamilia” right behind Donny and Bryan, the vibe, is always nothing but welcoming, friendly, and humble… quite refreshing here in LA, and with stats like these it’s impossible to compete, Pharmacy Hollywood has the entire package and more. Other skate shops….ya’ll better step yo game up.

This shop is exactly what Hollywood’s skate scene needed. It gets no more authentic then the Hollywood Pharmacy Boardshop and its family, and if I’ve picked up anything from being around this amazing world and family is that when it comes to business, authenticity will always prevail.

This hidden gem is located at 1542 N. Cahuenga Blvd right in the heart of Hollywood, right in between Sunset and Hollywood Blvd, making it a great spot for foot traffic, and centrally located for all Hollywood skaters.

Pharmacy, welcome to Hollywood, glad you could make it.

Again this may be a generational thing, but lately I’ve noticed a decrease in the amount of clothing worn by a woman. Maybe it’s due to how overly sexy and provocative our society has become, or maybe it’s global warming, you can’t deny the fact that clothes are coming off. Now I don’t mean I dislike seeing a lot of skin and that you should be hanging around in sweatsuits. All I’m saying is leave a little to the imagination; as I try to point out as often as possible, men are very simple creatures. We don’t need to see too much to become interested.

I feel like in LA especially, when girls get all done up to “hit the club” or whatever the occasion is, the trend is to look like a slut. Ladies don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of well-dressed, classy-looking girls out in Hollywood… and this bloggy thing is not directed at you. But for all these girls who feel like it’s necessary to hike up your skirts til your cheeks are about to fall out, wear giant heels, a slutty top to compliment your fake boobs, spray tan, and fresh extensions to get attention from the boys… well, you’re wrong. Slow the fuck down with all that.

I recently took a little trip to NYC, and I must say it’s a whole other world and class of women over there. All motivated, classy, and very much doing their own thing. It was very refreshing to see that because after being in LA for five years, I was jaded. Now, for the most part while in LA I was tied up in a fucked relationship, but let’s be honest I can see what’s going on in this city, as I’ve been working in mainstream Hollywood for those five years. For the most part the cliché is true: women out here in LA are chasing fame, money, and whatever they can post up on their social networking. And I must say I’ve seen some low shit ladies. Again, I know men are pigs too, but that’s expected to some point… All I’m saying is hold on to the little class left out here in LA, because at this point, I’m moving to NY to find me a wifey.

Granted I went out to NYC for Fashion Week to have some fun with some friends and there were tons of models walking around, I gotta say there are just more New York girls with just a natural beauty, walking around like it’s nothing. I don’t think I saw one bleached blonde, ridiculous set of fake boobs, or any outfit that could compare to the LA “slut.” All the ladies were very subtle with their beauty, wearing classy outfits and looking good. It’s hard to describe really, like i said I think it’s just more of a natural look, but it’s also what they are about, I’ve never met so many women all actually doing something with themselves; not the classic out here “I’m an actress” as she takes my order… I can remember having real conversations, not just about who they hung out with at the club last night, or what they just got a call back for. It was actually stimulating and I must say I loved every minute of it, seemed like everywhere I turned there was a beautiful girl walking down the street that I wanted to know… I found myself calling out wifey to women all over the city.

Now I do love LA, and I’m not leaving California. I know that there are some amazing, beautiful, classy ladies out here in LA too but I have to say the ratio of women I would actually consider dating seriously is way outta wack in NYC’s favor. Maybe it’s because I’m in the middle of Hollywood and surrounded by fucked and damaged people in general, but it’s what I see and I’m calling it how I see it. And at this point, if I ever wanna get hitched, I will need to get out of this town, that seems apparent. But then again, who knows, I will admit there are some diamonds in the rough.

At the end I feel like it just comes down to self respect. Some girls will do just about anything to get where they want to be, whether it’s a bank account, starring in a movie, or whatever. And that’s Hollywood, it’s the place where it all happens. So naturally, the sluttiest girl will probably get further… but shit… meanwhile it seems the NYC ladies are holding on to theirs, not depending on anyone, working, and starting careers. All while looking good.

In my head, there is no comparison.

Now I started this article trying to point out that ladies where I’m at leave nothing to the imagination when getting all dressed up, but slowly it turned into a topic I’ve been meaning to cover, comparing the vibe of women of NY and LA. So whatever works – I guess my final advice is just to keep it classy, you don’t have to look like a slut to get a guy’s attention. We love you no matter what you wear.

Since I’ve been single, things have been… well… very sexually active. I’ve met and have had the pleasure of being with some amazing, beautiful girls. Some of them were girlfriend material, others not so much, but at this point in my life, coming out of a long and rocky relationship, it’s impossible for me to be into any sort of commitment. What do people call it - emotionally unavailable? Right, well that’s me… Let’s be honest: I just tried too hard to do the serious thing for a long time, and now I want to have some fun. There! I said it. Now, I really do my best to make this known before I put out any sort of vibe, and despite (or possibly, because of) my clear intentions, girls seem game for the most part.

When I am out socializing, I’m very upfront and honest: if anything may or may not happen with me, it will most likely be casual… Ugh, I sound like a whore, but for the most part, when I’m talking or interacting with a girl, I am being genuine. I may not be interested, but I do love to make women feel good about themselves. They (you) are all beautiful, every woman is beautiful in her own way. Amazing, beautiful, CRAZY creatures you women are. And I find myself telling you that on every occasion I have, and then we have a drink and then a few more, and well… you know. But the fact is, I wake up next to a stranger most of the time just to figure out over and over again I’m still not emotionally ready for any sort of anything.

Now, let’s be suuuuper clear. I am not taking a different girl home every night, but I’ve been doing my share of casual dating. A few repeats here and there, couple one night stands everywhere else… I ain’t no mind reader, but I can tell if a girl is starting to get into me and at this particular crossroad in my life, it’s the last thing I want to happen… Gotta sort some shit out, ya feel me?

So I find myself dropping hints left and right so that girls won’t get the wrong idea… sometimes they pick up on it, and when they don’t I end up feeling like a dick…

Here are some notes to help you figure out if a dude or chick you are dating is just a hookup, or if he/she is actually into falling in love. Maybe it can help someone else pick up a hint and prevent some harsh feelings.

#1

We all love having fun and I will never knock down ANYONE for doing so. But let’s be AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE, ladies. If you want something serious to happen with a man you just met… DO NOT SLEEP WITH HIM! Sorry fellas, but think about all the serious girlfriends you’ve had in your life: which one gave it up on the first night? And if she did, how serious of a girlfriend did she end up to be? There has to be exceptions, of course, but not in my book.

So you are into him, great. Let him know, but don’t fuck him for Christ’s sake! Where’s the fun and self-respect in that? I mean, besides the fucking? This is not a good place to start a relationship, or any sort of serious prospect for that matter. Bottom line is: if you give it up on the first night and expect things to turn into a relationship, you are nuts. What is there to look forward to, besides an awkward morning? Or more sex? Either way, there is plenty of time for that. Make him take you seriously. Get comfortable.

That is, of course, IF you want to turn this into something. Otherwise, swing for the fences, fuck like bunnies.

#2

Fuck buddy hints should be pretty obvious, but for those who need the truth pointed out: if I am not calling and hanging out with you during daytime or under any sort of natural light; if you only somehow get my texts halfway or 99.8 percent through the night… you are a booty call. Nothing to be ashamed of… In fact if it’s good sex, fuck it, ain’t nothing like a good fuck buddy with no strings attached during rough times. Let yourselves be used, it’s good dirty fun.

Some major signs during sex may consist of: no kissing on the lips, no confiding after sex, he doesn’t stay the night, or doesn’t care if the girl does, and never make plans in advance… These red flags all indicate that you are or have a fuck buddy.

Now this next one kinda goes hand in hand with the daylight thing and late night calls: if he is always out with the guys and you with the girls and you somehow never do anything together, but always seem to end the night in lust, we’ll go ahead and permanent mark “fuck buddy” next to that phone number, if it was somehow still in pencil.

#3

Now let’s flip the script real quick and give you an overall view of how my head works when I’m interested.

If I’m into a girl AND she has not allowed me to whore myself out to her, the motha fuckin chase is on, ya dig?!?! Now I hate games and I will NOT chase a girl all over the fucking town (unless I somehow fall in love again, in that case I’m hopeless). It ain’t worth it fellas… plenty of fish in the sea. BUT… I will admit I, if allowed, will romance, wine, and dine the fuck out of any girl I’m serious about… So take nothing less ladies.

Make him work for it. I can’t speak for any other guys, but I’d like to think and hope we all enjoy that shit.

I can’t tell you how long to wait, cause I don’t think you can put a time period to no sex. But building up something real and not only based on sex makes that long horrible wait so much better in my opinion…

So I guess my final thought and advice to anyone trying to get something serious going would be to BUILD. Build a relationship, don’t let yourself fall into the fun, or fuck buddy category.

Casual sex is great, and lots of fun. But truth be told, people’s emotions can and do get caught in the mix of things. And that is the last thing I want to happen, hence the word casual and the phrase “emotionally unavailable.” Now I am as upfront as possible as I said earlier, but shit happens.

So I guess I needed to let you guys hear my hints and thoughts… and ask you, how retarded and off am I? Anyone else got some tips or input…?

Stop the hurt, have fun ladies and gents. Oh, and wear a condom people, be safe.