<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:50:58.911-05:00</updated><category term='Tattoos'/><category term='Rihanna'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Sex moves'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Trey Songz'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Word In The Streets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652802958515665556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-6614217646666676223</id><published>2010-06-04T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:40:53.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have all been on bad dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/amc0568l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/amc0568l.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dating is a major part of life. Sometimes we find ourselves on amazing dates we wish would never end, with people that we hope to see again. But a record of amazing dates wouldn’t be complete without the infamous bad date. We’ve all had them. I once went out with a guy/girl who was, what I would assume to be the most narcissistic guy on planet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bad Date – Okay so this person isn’t too bad, but you’re still not feeling it. Here’s what you do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The old “there’s an emergency” shtick-sure this one is pretty common but it usually works. If you don’t think you’re a believable liar, excuse yourself from your date, call a friend and have them call you later on with your excuse. How can your date challenge that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fake an illness – Simply tell your date you aren’t feeling well. If you want to be really convincing, excuse yourself to the restroom and don’t come back for a while. When you return, tell your date you think you ate something bad or have the flu. I doubt your date will want the gruesome details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell your date that you’d hate to cut the evening short, but you forgot that you have to be up early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Unbearable Date – Your date is definitely getting on your last nerve and you can’t take it anymore. Try one of these:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start talking about your most recent ex…and don’t stop talking about them. Mention how your ex is an extremely jealous person, has anger management issues and how furious that person would be if they saw you on a date with someone new. At some point, look around and say, “Hey, I think my ex is here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If your date still doesn’t get the hint. Gross them out. Talk about, in vivid details, what happened to you that time you got food poisoning or tell them the graphic details of a colonoscopy and how your grandpa just got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you’re at a restaurant, hit on the waiter/waitress, bartender or the person at the next table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Worst Date – You’ve had about as much of this person as you can stand. You need to escape, fast! These should do the trick:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Excuse yourself to the restroom…and don’t return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Say you have to make a phone call. Assuming you are in a restaurant, once you’re out of your date’s line of sight, find your waiter/waitress and tell them that your date would like to buy everyone in the restaurant a round of drinks. Then skip out of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell your date that you have to leave because you’re late for the second date you have&lt;br /&gt;planned for the evening. This will ensure your date won’t call you again – ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of these excuses work, there is one that will. Just be honest with your date. If you’re really uncomfortable, not feeling a connection and just want to go home, tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this rather amusing reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-6614217646666676223?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6614217646666676223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-have-all-been-on-bad-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/6614217646666676223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/6614217646666676223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-have-all-been-on-bad-dates.html' title='We have all been on bad dates'/><author><name>Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652802958515665556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-7797086213189881930</id><published>2010-01-18T11:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:34:57.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>When to Let It Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/S1SMKLY1z-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2SVn7CWKahs/s1600-h/letting_go1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/S1SMKLY1z-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2SVn7CWKahs/s320/letting_go1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428117557371850722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you know that song by Keyshia Coles, “Shoulda Let You Go”?  I believe I am the poster child for that type of situation!  It took me two years to finally get the hint that his ass just wasn’t for me. It came at a price, but you aren’t given anything you can’t handle. For me there was nothing tying us together so I was able to make a clean break. For some it doesn’t come as easy.  Sometimes children are involved and if the parent that has custody is petty, then you’re in for a hell of a fight. Especially if you are the one who broke it off. If you live together, someone has to move out and let’s face it; rent isn’t exactly cheap unless you have some kind of assistance. So then you are stuck together in an emotionally cramped apartment. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So when do you realize it’s time to just go your separate ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ZERO communication. I’m not one for expressing my inner most thought. I am known to just ramble on aimlessly, but if you can’t talk to the person you say you love about what’s going on with you emotionally then that person is not for you. And if you have to fight for them to tell you anything then you are just wasting your time because if they aren’t talking to you now they sure as hell won’t be talking to you five years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheating. This should be #1 but why post the obvious first? LOL. If all you want to do is jump in and out of bed with the next chick or guy you think is hot then that person you’re with is not for you. Why take yourself through unnecessary drama if all you want to do is cheat, especially if you live in that emotionally cramped apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dreading the end or your work day. This is important, if you can’t stand going home to your partner, then maybe it’s time to re-evaluate the relationship.  If o'clock hits and you’re looking for more work maybe you need to get out while you still have some sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dreading Sex.  This could probably go under number 3. If you can’t stand having sex with them then this relationship is doomed. I don’t think an explanation is necessary here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my favorite Shoulda Let You Go warning signs. Of course there are a 100 more but no one has time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/WordInTheStreet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-7797086213189881930?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7797086213189881930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-to-let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/7797086213189881930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/7797086213189881930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-to-let-it-go.html' title='When to Let It Go'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/S1SMKLY1z-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2SVn7CWKahs/s72-c/letting_go1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-6178265366358429457</id><published>2009-11-24T13:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:39:47.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex moves'/><title type='text'>Sex: Good Girl Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SwxBoNpEGgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oNOWeg_I-ws/s1600/SexualPositions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SwxBoNpEGgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oNOWeg_I-ws/s320/SexualPositions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407769411677592066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been called the “Good Girl” many a times during the dating process. I’m not big on talking about sex too much because then you lose the good girl edge.  However, you know what men say they want, say it with me now, “A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets."  So  ladies ,  I’m about to tell you about a few Bad Girl sex moves to go right along with that good girl image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Backwards Cowgirl. Many women OFTEN mess this move up because they want to ride on their knees. This is a move that you need to be squatting for. (Your thighs will be burning but its well worth it.  It may help if you add squats to your workout routine. ) While you are squatting you can lean forward and have your hands on his thighs to balance yourself or lean backwards and have your hands on his chest. Many men prefer you lean forward so they can get the ass and the up and down view.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Handstand. Now if you can’t do a handstand simply lean over the back of the couch facing the cushions.  This helps a lot if the guy your f**kin g is smaller than you’re used to. It’ll make him feel like a big man and it will help you get yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;3. Giving head (the proper way). I have a guy friend and he told me he never wants his girlfriend to give him head because it’s dry. Ladies… men like it wet, I’m talking sloppy, drooling, spit strings hanging from your mouth to his d**k wet. Slobber is falling out of your mouth to your chest wet. Along with the slurping sound. Why?  I haven’t a clue, lol but that’s how they want it and like it. Along with sucking and slobbing the balls. If your guy is a real freak then he will like to have his asshole licked but that’s another story for a freakier day! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moves are to help enhance the sex.  Don't ask me how I know, remember I'm a good girl. Have that man thinking you have that good-good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/WordInTheStreet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-6178265366358429457?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6178265366358429457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/sex-good-girl-gone-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/6178265366358429457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/6178265366358429457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/sex-good-girl-gone-bad.html' title='Sex: Good Girl Gone Bad'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SwxBoNpEGgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oNOWeg_I-ws/s72-c/SexualPositions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-2072863009684008772</id><published>2009-11-17T09:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:23:33.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Men Cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.hubpages.com/u/878548_f520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://z.hubpages.com/u/878548_f520.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to let out the secret why men cheat and give my lady readers some tips on preventing these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all think that we are the best and that our significant others wont creep on us, but that’s garbage and we all know it. Just remember ladies that somebody cheated on Halle Berry and she stands tall on the black women mount Rushmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do &lt;b&gt;SOME&lt;/b&gt; men cheat. The men who don’t cheat either the wife or girlfriend is doing something right or simply other women just don’t want him and you became the &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;unlucky desperate&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lucky girl that got him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They just don’t like you!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes is just that simple either they don’t like you or your sex is wack. He wont leave you because honestly he's not stupid or he just a softy and cannot make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Tips to prevent this*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; If he don’t like you or you just don’t get along sucks for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; If the sex is wack, &lt;strike&gt;copying porno's and experimenting&lt;/strike&gt; sex therapy can help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; Find someone who do like you , that what I would do and should work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; Leave!!!!!(don’t be BOO-BOO the fool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Convenience&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Listen to me and Listen loud most men cheat only because its convenience. There is no other way to put it. If girl offers a horny guy &lt;strike&gt;a blow job&lt;/strike&gt; some company he may except without out thinking. You ever wanted wondered why celebrities cheat on their beautiful media driven perfect wife with some ugly girl……Convenience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Tips to prevent this*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; Make sure he is always satisfied, Don’t let him go weeks with getting off and the let him be around a lot of &lt;strike&gt;strippers&lt;/strike&gt; women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; A tip that during my informal survey of more than 50 guys (many late after the club at Coney Island Conversations) the easy way to prevent this is to take five minutes before you or he leaves the house that he gets off. This will deter him from thinking with his smaller brain while he is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accident&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who wants to believe this bullshit but trust me accidents happen. They accidentally put themselves in a situation where they could prevent this situation from happening. It mostly happens because they are too drunk to stop someone from pushing up on them or they were under some other drug influence that made them ignore that they have a beautiful women at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Tips to prevent this*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; Nothing you're shit out of luck if this happens Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to make an excuse for cheating there is never an excuse for cheating. The pain that comes with it, I wouldn’t wish on nobody. I am here to help you prevent it in your relationship. If you don’t want to take the advice of a random male blogger just take the time and ask one of your male friend if this is why men cheat and also ask if the tips will prevent cheating. My advice works 100% of the times when it’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave a comment if you have more advice or if you think mines is a bunch of bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-2072863009684008772?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2072863009684008772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-men-cheat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/2072863009684008772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/2072863009684008772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-men-cheat.html' title='Why Do Men Cheat'/><author><name>Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652802958515665556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-894304553103363764</id><published>2009-11-05T13:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:45:20.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>He didn't have man hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xu_bE7g2wqM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xu_bE7g2wqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, you meet that ever so sexy man, the right height 6’4 or taller (or whatever you desire), chocolate skin tone, along with those beautiful eyes. You give him your number because he’s a sweetheart and he asks you out on a date. You’re having this great conversation and you notice his hands seem a little small… hmmm no biggie its dark you’re imagining things. He reaches over the table, grabs your hand and you notice it’s about the size of your 6 year old cousin ' s!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been through this. I swear my life is like a Seinfeld episode most days. You all remember that episode Jerry: “She had Man Hands.” In my case he had kiddie hands. This full grown man who seemingly had a lot going for him had the hands of a child. NOT SEXY! There is nothing you can do with that. Instantly my mind roamed to sex. What if we had sex and his hands were moving all over my body. It seemed so dirty and just wrong. My phone buzzed (yeah yeah yeah it’s rude to answer a phone during a date but I don’t care. LOL) it was my friend Kara texting about the date. I haven’t a clue what I did or how I did it but I didn’t respond back to her. I sent a text message saying to call with an emergency to get me out of this date with this man and his small hands. She never called! I secretly set my alarm and made it seem like something had happened and ran the hell up out of there. About an hour later I get a “fuck you” text message. Saying his hands weren’t small to him. Of course not he’s lived with them his whole life! I went through my phone and realized that I never sent Kara the message… it went to him. Hit the reply button right… how hard is that? I could have apologized… but I didn’t. I just chalked it up to my lovely Dating in DC lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine told me he could have been the love of my life… not really but it’s a nice thought. Maybe I was too superficial but some things are a deal breaker. How do you let this man shake hands with your father? Well the moral to my story ladies, have a mental checklist of everything you want physically in a man before you give him your number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/WordInTheStreet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-894304553103363764?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/894304553103363764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-didnt-have-man-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/894304553103363764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/894304553103363764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-didnt-have-man-hand.html' title='He didn&apos;t have man hands!'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-8922223977909507459</id><published>2009-11-04T19:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:59:00.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey Songz'/><title type='text'>Trey Songz - I Invented Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is nothing I can say but woooooooooooow! Hot, sexy! DAMN! HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/WordInTheStreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/VTdGaY5knDYRw6Wg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/VTdGaY5knDYRw6Wg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-8922223977909507459?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8922223977909507459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/trey-songz-i-invented-sex.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/8922223977909507459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/8922223977909507459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/trey-songz-i-invented-sex.html' title='Trey Songz - I Invented Sex'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-64377400520596045</id><published>2009-11-04T14:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:33:18.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Cheating Passes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SvJQZ6tV-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WyuR-iggTz0/s1600-h/no-cheating-480.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400467309357038258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SvJQZ6tV-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WyuR-iggTz0/s320/no-cheating-480.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone from my past recently caught up with me on Facebook, we spoke briefly but I never added them as my friend. Anywho this chick said she wanted to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge her… Now, I was confused by this statement , actually this statement pissed me the hell off considering she judged me all through my preteen and early teenage years (anywho that’s another story coming real soon). I gave her my cell , she called and we talked… Long story short she caught her fiancé who she has a child with, cheating a few weeks ago and threw him out. So he t ells her that they need to talk about custody and money. This was just his excuse to get back into his home. They sexed and she took him back. She said everyone deserves a “Cheating Pass.” My question was “WHAT THE FUCK is a cheating pass?” she stated that she forgave him for his “latest” affair , he had a limited amount of them and they’re all used up. HUH?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have been cheated on. I’m willing to say that we all have been some point in our dating lives. And most of us have turned a blind eye to this. Maybe we were willing to let this slide because they were always coming home to us. But this was a secret… it had NO NAME attached to it. It was simply called “CHEATING” and we left it at that… but to give it a name “Cheating Pass” and try to make it acceptable is a NO GO! I’m not standing up on my high horse and say ing that I’ve never been cheated on… Twice and I chose to ignore them both. I was also the cheater at one point. That was a weakness on my part and I have come to grow from that experience but that’s neither here nor there… My problem is her willingness to continue to turn a blind eye to this… exactly how many cheating passes does one get ? She stated that this wasn’t his first time cheating but was sure it’d be his last? *side eye* I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it karmic retribution. Sorry it is what it is. I cheated on an ex-boyfriend and went through a world of hurt with my latest ex. Who knows what the hell she went through in the 15 years since I’ve last seen or spoken to her… but what goes around comes around and she got exactly what’s coming to her. Maybe it’s finally time for her to fall off her high horse and it’s just too good to not laugh at… maybe. Who the hell knows? I told her I couldn’t help her and really didn’t see the need for her to call me given our history. God says forgive those who trespass against us. But he didn’t say we had to forget… Anywho the moral of the story folks, Fuck the cheating passes… all you’re going to end up with is a painful STD, extreme heartache or both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tayhlermade"&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/WordInTheStreet"&gt;http://twitter.com/WordInTheStreet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-64377400520596045?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/64377400520596045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheating-passes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/64377400520596045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/64377400520596045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheating-passes.html' title='Cheating Passes'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SvJQZ6tV-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WyuR-iggTz0/s72-c/no-cheating-480.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-2139022393702707219</id><published>2009-11-03T20:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:54:11.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><title type='text'>Rihanna's - Wait Your Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't been myself and so therefore I haven't had time to write anything meaningful :o(&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent me one of Rihanna's singles from her new album Russian Roulette... I'm not feeling the song so I'll leave it for all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/WordInTheStreet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/NlxLeJnwqk7wgjNs"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/NlxLeJnwqk7wgjNs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-2139022393702707219?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2139022393702707219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/rihannas-wait-your-turn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/2139022393702707219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/2139022393702707219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/11/rihannas-wait-your-turn.html' title='Rihanna&apos;s - Wait Your Turn'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-4526324250295594730</id><published>2009-10-13T15:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:28:41.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Times is Enough</title><content type='html'>We have all seen the sitcoms where the married couple only gets down once a month and complain. And we all thought college was going to be one big orgy where we got to have sex everyday. (No, really!) But is there a way to come to a happy medium? Honestly, how many times a week is sex really needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who has been in multiple long term relationships, I know how they ALL start off. You meet someone and the attraction is explosive. It seems you’re having sex every 30 minutes. Not only are you having it every 30 minutes, but you’re doing it everywhere. In the car, on the kitchen counter, somewhere outside, basically anywhere you can get it in. Sex was mandatory. Almost every time you saw this person it went down, and you could never dream that you would get to the point where sex was only happening a couple of times a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ask yourself. Are you fine with that? Does that meet your needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would have asked me these questions 10 years ago the answer would have been 3 times a day. And I would have told you that I believed sex is needed every day (BTW, I still do). It was easy to imagine in my head getting sex this often, because of course I &lt;strike&gt;Knew&lt;/strike&gt; fantasized that every woman wanted me all times of the day. But realistically when you ask the common man how much sex do they need a week, his answer will be about 2 or 3 times a week. ***Public Service Announcement*** Ladies please don’t confuse needs with wants and take the 3 times a week literally; of course we would like it daily. *** Now back to your regularly scheduled program*** But as you get older, work and other responsibilities take a little more energy out of us and our dream of living that porn movie life style fades away more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are satisfied with your frequency be happy but if you would like some tips to up the quantity here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. WORK OUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People become too comfortable and let themselves go. I mean we still love you but you are not as physically attractive any more. Do a push up. Put the cup cakes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. WASH YO’ASS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got together, you use to take a shower and brush your teeth 2 or 3 times a day when you thought we would be seeing each other. Now you take a wash up and wear draws with holes in them, c’mon now, ain’t nobody turned on by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. ROMANCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being lazy and start doing the things you use to do to get her in the bed. Trust me, those same lame tricks still work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. CHANGE YOUR STROKE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes especially to the fellas. That same move you been doing since high school ain’t cuttin’ it. Your partner isn’t thrilled with that, she just don’t want to hurt your feelings. Trust me, let your ego go and steal some stroke moves from porn, change it up a little (or a lot). The fast Jack rabbit while on top or just lay on your back aint working no more. Try the counter clockwise with the pinch at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xn2jcpgfJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xn2jcpgfJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellas and ladies how many times a week is sex needed in your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-4526324250295594730?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4526324250295594730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-many-times-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/4526324250295594730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/4526324250295594730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-many-times-is-enough.html' title='How Many Times is Enough'/><author><name>Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652802958515665556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-9221242033970672432</id><published>2009-10-09T10:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:07:25.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Women and Their Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SvJPbzjrZqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qBeHwdhjWow/s1600-h/rhianna-tattoo-235x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SvJPbzjrZqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qBeHwdhjWow/s320/rhianna-tattoo-235x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400466242285561506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the train yesterday talking football stats (Steelers specific) with a friend of mine when I was approached by an older gentleman and he flat out asked me if I was a lesbian. I gave him the Gas Face, told him NO and proceeded to ask him what about me gave off a lesbian vibe. Now I’ve been asked this question before, however never on the train, in front of a hundred people. He told me that I could talk sports and had tattoos. He got the Gas Face once again, and I told him that I love the sport and the fact that I can talk stats better than 90% of men doesn’t make me a lesbian. As far as my tats go there is a deep and different meaning for all of them. I just don’t get tattoos just because. I put a lot of thought into each and every one of them. And the only one that can be seen is the one on my ankle. As close as I was to telling him to shut the hell up, I let it go and he went to the other end of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t believe for a second he thought I was a lesbian. I think he wanted to holla and didn’t have the right pick up line and in true man fashion, said the first dumb ass thing that came to his mind. Now let’s tackle the topic at hand, women and their tats: The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lower back AKA the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;tramp stamp&lt;/span&gt;. I HATE that term, mainly because I have one and I know I’m not a tramp. This tat seems to gives off the impression that you are more than willing to be down for whatever. Really… why? Because I have a tattoo three inches above my crack? Get over it. It’s sexy and hot and nothing trampy about it unless you state “TRAMP” on your back. When you’re at the club and you’re dancing and a guy happens to get a glimpse of the tat, play that up! Get your free drink let him whisper that stupid sh*t in your ear. LOL when he turns his back, grab your drink and find the next dude. It’s the club people… you’re not going to wife a chick up in the club! ( well some do, but that’s not the point) The hidden tattoo, it’s located on very sexy body part and only your man should be able to see it… unless you’re a stripper. And that can lead to a nice strip tease for your man for freaky sh*t later to come. (Sorry I’ve taken pole dancing classes and I’m infatuated with myself right now LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some women with tattoos are beautiful to me… if done right. It expresses individuality and creativity… that is if you actually researched what you are getting and not getting what EVERYONE has. My personal opinion I cannot stand HUGE tats on the breast or arms. Let me throw writing names on your neck in there also. That’s not going to work in a professional environment unless you wear turtle necks all year around and I’d like to see you pull that off in the summer. Anywho, when tastefully done you can tell a story with your body. Going from each tattoo and remember each experience. Don’t get me wrong. Some tats are horribly ugly and gross. Heavily tattooed women seem to be a turn off to some men I know, even the men with a hundred tats themselves. Moral of my story… pick and choose your tat carefully, don’t be that 85 year old women who is pissed at the tiger coming down her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tayhlermade"&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my editor Angel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-9221242033970672432?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/9221242033970672432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/10/women-and-their-tattoos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/9221242033970672432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/9221242033970672432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/10/women-and-their-tattoos.html' title='Women and Their Tattoos'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mcpm33Z5qE/SvJPbzjrZqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qBeHwdhjWow/s72-c/rhianna-tattoo-235x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710612137890238815.post-6255030311628554038</id><published>2009-10-05T10:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:24:51.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Stepping the Sex Game Up</title><content type='html'>It’s no real secret that for a lot of women the sex drive can become nonexistent in a relationship. What with children, the house, the job, health issues, outside activities, and keeping their husband/man happy, there just doesn't seem to be enough time in the day. That and the fact that cloning of humans has not been approved. It seems that the husband keeps falling lower and lower on the totem pole. Personally I believe he should be at the number one spot. His needs to be taken care of just like the children because let’s face it, t hey act just like the kids most of the time. I know it's sometimes hard ladies, (no pun intended) but you CAN NOT let the sex go away!! Once that’s gone there is nothing left but healthy conversation and most of the time most men don’t want to talk about anything that doesn’t involve a ball, computer or someone lying naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man should never have to beg his girlfriend or wife for sex, as they will quickly tell you (that is if they have the balls to) there is always someone else willing to go face down and ass up for him, regardless of what he looks like. You should want to dance for him or swing from a very sturdy object for his pleasure. He’ll be very appreciativ... maybe. The top things a man will fuss about: not enough sex and food. I’m not saying he’ll remember your birthday, anniversary or will be picking the kids up from school, but he’ll sure be a lot happier coming home. Unless of course you'd rather he'd be happy that he’s sitting on the highway instead of in his home unappreciated. And who knows he may very well help out more if he knows that the bedroom games will go on especially frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies be more open to experiment. I’m not saying have threesomes but try having it somewhere other than your house (NOT YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S HOME). On the side of the road when it’s raining too hard is always fun, hell even at night on the balcony or the deck of your house. WHEN IT’S DARK AND THERE ARE NO LIGHTS FACING YOUR HOME! LOL I’d hate for you to be on YouTube! At work in the bathroom (just don't get caught by the boss!), the parking garage after dinner anywhere but in the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies we just need to pick it up with the bedroom game. Yes we are going to have to outsmart the man with sex just in order to get him to do things for us. I’m not saying you have to reward his behavior whether good or bad with sex. Hell something’s he should be wanted to do for the home but be honest that’s not going to happen. We have to do these things or our lives become chaotic. Men have no problem living in a messy home, eating out everyday or even worrying about what the kids walk out the house wearing. But if he is not well taken care of in the bedroom… he’ll search somewhere else to get it. And most of us have already been through that. I’m not saying that if you pick up the sex games he’ll never cheat. But it does make for a very happy relationship once the sex is taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayhlerMade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tayhlermade"&gt;http://twitter.com/tayhlermade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710612137890238815-6255030311628554038?l=wordinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6255030311628554038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/10/stepping-sex-game-up_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/6255030311628554038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710612137890238815/posts/default/6255030311628554038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/10/stepping-sex-game-up_05.html' title='Stepping the Sex Game Up'/><author><name>trulytaylermade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
