Don’t forget to laugh my friends, don’t forget to smile.
Every year the fashions change, but a frown’s never in style.
No matter how busy we are, or how busy we get,
There’s always time for a good laugh, so please don’t you forget.
February 2012
Remember to laugh
Worth the wait.
They say the best things in life are worth waiting for. As kids, we anxiously awaited the last day of school and the start of summer, and Christmas morning when Santa Clause would surprise us with gifts and toys underneath the Christmas tree. As adults however, waiting becomes less fun and more routine. Lines at the bank, waiting rooms in the doctors office, waiting for that promotion you’ve worked hard so hard for, waiting in general just becomes drudgery. Nowadays we’re all looking for instant gratification and today’s technology makes that extremely easy. With that said, the less we have to wait for something we want, the less value it has. The longer we have to wait for something we want, the more special it becomes. This is especially true in dating.
Kristina always made me wait, it was her trademark. When we first met, no matter how great of a time we’d have she would always wait at least a week to even talk me again. When we went out, if she said she would be there at 7, she would probably be there at 8:30 because of a “traffic jam” or unforeseen cosmic event. Texting her was even worse, sometimes she would even make me wait a whole day before she responded! She just knew I’d be by my phone in suspense, thinking every new text or call I got would be from her. The longer I waited, the more I wanted her and she knew it. The more fun we had when we were together, the more she could control my desire for her when we were apart.
I had to learn to play her game. If we set a date for 7, I’d show up at 8. If she waited an hour to respond to my text, I’d have to wait two hours to respond to her. If I wanted a blowjob, I’d have to give her a really good orgasm then disappear for a few days. But the longer we waited, the more mind-blowing the sex would get each time. In essence, absence is the root of all desire. The more it hurts when your apart, the more in love you are falling. Remember, instant gratification isn’t always gratifying. It’s up to us to decide who’s worth the wait, and who isn’t. Are you worth waiting for?
It used to be fun.
This used to be fun. It still is, to some.
To me its routine. Different clubs, same scene.
Day out and day in, Stay out or stay in?
Get high or get low? Smoke weed or do blow?
Get drunk or stay sober? I just never know.
Should I bring 7 girls or 6 girls? 5 girls or 4?
Any less than that and I can’t get in the door.
As long as your stylish, as long as your rich,
as long as your pretty, its cool to be a bitch.
It might seem superficial, might seem kinda fake,
some days I think “how many more nights can I take?”
I could wake up to someone, I could wake up alone.
I could wake up hungover, with drunk texts in my phone.
I could wake up somewhere that I don’t know where I am,
I could wake up to a model, who cooks me green eggs and ham.
But most likely it’s someone who I’ll have to tell “scram”,
God damn. Is this the person I really am?
Never Leave The Bed
I remember those days when I was up at the crack of dawn, brewing Italian espresso and whipping up a bowl of Quaker oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins as I prepared for the day. There was so much to do and so little time. My success depended on how efficient I managed my time. The harder I worked the faster time would move. Since I met you I just want time to slow down. I want to savor every second with you, like taking tiny bites of a delicious tiramisu. Enjoy the flavor as long as possible. Everything else just seems so trivial now, the worldly things I’ve found so important slowly lose their meaning as I further enter your spirit. This bed is the only place I want to be now, with you. It’s the only place where time stands still and everything just seems to make sense. Of course we can’t stay here forever, not with reality outside the window, taking the shape of a sunny day and calling for us to come join it with the rest of the world. But there is no room for reality here in this bed, only fantasy and imagination are welcome with us under the covers. The pillows and sheets can be so persuasive, they want us to stay wrapped up in them for hours. How can we say no? It’s hard, but now we have to. We’ve been here all day and night, and reality is too powerful for us to ignore. You have a flight to catch and a weeks worth of work to make up. You won’t be back in Miami for months. I guess it’s back to oatmeal, espresso, early mornings and long nights for me. At least now I know where I belong, I have something new to look forward too. Spending all day here in this bed, with you, my true love.
Lightin’ Up
“Smoke? Me? No way. Well, I only smoke when I drink. Yeah, I guess I do drink every night but still, I never buy packs. Except that time last week before that after party when I bought 2 packs so I could share with everybody. Although I did have about 10 left over so I smoked them after I ate. Why are cigarettes so satisfying after a good meal? I hate the way they smell though. Why do people even bother wearing cologne or perfume when they smoke? I only smoke ultra lights because they are the most healthy. They’ve done studies that people who smoke light cigarettes live like twice as long. Plus, I mean we’re all gonna die one way or another anyway right, so who cares? I’m not addicted. I can quit whenever I want. I just don’t want to right now. I quit for like a month one time when I stopped going to clubs back in 09′ cause my bf at the time didn’t like going out. But when we broke up I smoked like a pack a day for a while there. I mean, everyone else around me was smoking and they say that second hand smoke is way worse for you. Ok, yes, yes, I love smoking after sex too. But it has to be great sex. Mediocre sex rarely merits a cigarette. But shit, if I only smoked after great sex I probably wouldn’t smoke very much at all. Maybe that’s because I always end up dating assholes. All the great guys I meet say they can’t stand girls who smoke cigarettes. I really don’t “smoke” though, I only smoke when I drink. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I need a cigarette.”
No Sleep
This king size bed is way too big to be sleeping in alone, although I’m not tossing and turning without you. I’m actually sleeping quite soundly now. When you were here we stayed up all night. And not just the sex kept us up, but the long hours of conversation followed by intense make-outs and spooning didn’t necessarily help me get much sleep. Then when I finally would pass out, it seemed like just minutes later your alarm clock would go off and it was time for you go to school or work again, but not without some more amazing morning sex before your coffee. “Fuck it”, I’d say. “I’m up now, why go back to sleep? The day is new, and the early bird catches the worm.”
I wonder how your sleeping now? You never were one for partying, so your probably in bed at a reasonable hour unlike me. I can’t believe how many “likes” you got on facebook when you changed your relationship status to “single.” I’m sure your friends are happy to see you again, you always seem to abandon them whenever you meet someone new your sleeping with they’d say. I missed your calls the other night because the music in the club was way too loud. You missed mine because of all the studying you have to do for these college exams. The “Sleep Well” text’s we sent each other just don’t seem as real as hearing each others voices before bed. I can’t deny it anymore, I miss you.
The girl sleeping in my bed now keeps me up at night again, but not in a good way. She tosses, turns, and kicks in her sleep like you always told me I did. I guess I know how it feels now. She can’t kiss me the way you could, in fact, we hardly kiss at all. The sex is still great though, but hey, you taught me alot of tricks to use. I can only imagine the pleasures that the guy sleeping with you now is feeling, although he’s probably not getting much sleep. I see your friends at the club all the time now and they tell me how happy you are, but they wish you’d just stay single for more than a month’s time.
The more I think about you now, the more I can’t sleep. Yet whenever we were together, the more I couldn’t sleep. But hey, who needs sleep when we’re together anyway?
Photo by: Nick Flash for www.Mofos.com
Text Games.
When a girls bored she’ll text. Girls can text 3x’s faster and 5x’s more people than any man can ever hope to. It’s part of evolution. Beepers slowly turned into two-way pagers, and then beeper codes were slowly transformed into text messages, then finally cell phones where able to send texts, and here we are today. But if your with a girl and she’s texting, evolution cannot change the fact that she’s straight up bored. You’ll see pretty girls everywhere texting so as to avoid the everyday human interaction, and the chance that they might get hit on.
You’ll even see girls texting in packs, for example, you’ll probably see a group of 4 teenage girls walking through the mall, each texting someone and not even talking to one another. Or you’ll see a group of coworkers on a train, all texting away because they can’t stand another conversation with the same people they see in the office day in and day out. Now with smartphones, texting has turned into social networking, emailing and even twittering, which makes it %100 more likely that you’ll see people out in public with their face buried in their phones.
Still, with all this technological advancement, it still doesn’t change the fact that if a girl is on her phone, she’s probably bored with whatever is going on around her. As guy’s, that’s where we come in. If you can somehow manage to be more entertaining than whatever or whoever is distracting her on the phone, then she’s all yours! I mean, girls just wanna have fun, so all we really have to do is be more fun than whatever is going on in her phone. But then, when your not around, you have to make sure your texts are more entertaining than her everyday life! It’s a constant back and forth.
Fuck, Can’t we just call each other anymore?!
Picture by Lex of 8mts.com
Bottle Service
I go to clubs all the time but I’ll admit I’ve never really “popped a bottle” before. I mean, I take sips out of others people’s bottles all the time but I’ve never quite ordered one myself. Probably the main reason I have yet to “Pop Bottle’s” is because they are so dam expensive. I mean, most clubs in Miami have a 2 bottle minimum and one bottle starts out at about $450. Even if I could afford these outrageous prices I’d probably still go to the bar and get a beer. Second, every time I see a guy popping a bottle, its usually gone within a half hour due to all the hot girls who crowd around it wanting to drink out of it. So in Miami, $900 usually only buys you about an hour of being cool.
One reason I would buy a bottle however, is to get the attention of the “bottle girl.” As a rule, bottle girls are usually some of the cities most attractive women, with the personality’s to match. You know, the type of girl that you pretty much only see on yachts, riding shotgun in sports cars, or modeling in magazines, but are still down to earth enough to drink a beer and talk sports and movies. But unless your ordering from her, its a little hard to talk to her because she’s pretty distracted by taking orders and pouring everyone drinks.
However, popping bottles still probably won’t get you anywhere because usually every rich guy who sits at her table asks for her number or invites them to their hotel room after the club closes or something to that effect. So how do you get the attention of a bottle girl or that pretty bartender who always catches your eye? Beats the heck out of me! I’ve never dated one… I’m open to suggestions though! Maybe one of my promoter friends who gets free bottles all the time will know. Although making them laugh seems to be a good start. Every time I ask for cranberry juice without the vodka they smile and remember me throughout the night and keep my drink filled. I think I’ll start there.
Lip Stick Stains
Your lipstick stains my pillow, your lipstick stains my cheek.
Your lipstick stains remind me, of how your kisses made me weak.
They tell the tale of summer, and how we had a fling.
Your lipstick stains remind me, of the joy your kisses bring.
I find them on my collar, and even behind my ear.
Your lipstick stick stains remind me, that your kisses are no loner here.
Maybe I’ll find another, who kisses just like you.
But your lipstick stains remind me, of how that just cannot be true.
When I find your stains of lipstick, it takes me on a nostalgic ride.
But the past is just a memory, it’s nowhere to reside.
Our futures haven’t been written yet, and although I don’t know where and when,
When I see your lipstick stains, I know I’ll kiss your lips again.
You’ll probably be with someone else, and I probably will too.
These lipstick stains aren’t permanent, they aren’t like a tattoo.
So until this lipstick fades away, until it disappears,
It reminds me that we once were lovers, and true love perseveres.
{Photo by Lex of 8mts.com}
Maybe She Will
Here she is… in my bed. Not exactly sure how this all happened so fast, but hey, I’m not complaining. I remember thinking the first night we partied together that she wouldn’t even show up, but she did. Why do I doubt myself? When we met I thought she just wanted a drink, I figured the compliment on my tee-shirt was just a way for me to fill her empty cup up with vodka. Maybe it wasn’t. Although her friends did drag her away from the table once their cups were filled up, I still felt she was sincere when she asked for my facebook info. Maybe she wasn’t like her friends. Heck, maybe she’s not not like any girl I’ve ever met in a nightclub. But then again, maybe she is. I’d have to find out the next day.
I could tell by her texts that we had something going on. But then again, maybe she just liked to text alot. Ohh hell, why am I so doubt full? I’m gonna invite her to Arkadia to hear Troy Kurtz spin and see where it goes from there. House music must be an aphrodisiac. But then again, it could have been that we skipped the huge line in the Fontaineblu and got right in the club that turned her on so much. Shit, maybe it was just the way I tilted my hat. Either way, I could feel a connection.
We had a great time at the club, but maybe she has to go home early and won’t wanna make-out on the beach after we leave? Maybe she won’t even wanna make-out at all and just wants to be friends? Ok, well, maybe she does want to make out because her tongue is halfway down my throat and she’s whispering dirty lines in my ear. But she doesn’t want to have sex with me tonight, right? We just met a couple days ago. But then again, maybe she does because she tells me how she hasn’t felt this way about someone for such a long time. Neither have I. Maybe I should just stop saying maybe. Maybe it’s all the maybe’s that hold me back from all the things I really want in life. Maybe?
Photo by: Nick Flash for www.Mofos.com
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