That's a line from the classic Bruce Springsteen song, "Sandy" and it couldn't be more appropriate now as Bruce concludes his worldwide Magic Tour. The lyrics are personally relevant for a number of reasons....nothing delivers me more pure joy then the 3 hours spent at a Springsteen show. NOTHING. The Boss brings it better than anyone and if you've never seen him in concert than you have no idea what I'm talking about. To those who have...I'm preaching to the choir.
A friend and fellow Brucehead proclaimed, "This guy just rocks my world and lights up my life. If I could find a woman who did the same, I'd be the happiest guy in the world."
That's life in a nutshell. While the feeling you get during an E Street Band performance fuels your soul with an energy and spirit unmatched by any other natural high.....it also makes you wonder if there's a woman out there who is equally capable of helping you reach such heights....Bruce sings a lot about looking for and finding love...there's a hope and optimism in his voice...it's not desperate...it's just an honest desire for romance...songs like Sandy, Rosalita, Dancing in the Dark, Fire, Out in the Street and Born to Run....they all share a come with me and let's rock this world together attitude.....
"Love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever..."
I've been on a serious Bruce high for over a month now...having seen him 5 times across the country during that stretch...after one of them in which I took a couple of good friends to their first Bruce show...they, of course, were blown away...later, we ended up at a strip club...I know..not the most romantic of places...but one guy...just back from a tour in Iraq needed to see some women...but really...we all wanted to see some women...for the reasons I've mentioned above...it wasn't the first time I had gone to a strip club after a Bruce show...it's that immediate gratification you crave after being on such a high from the hair raising performance...I need to ask women who love Bruce if they have a similar feeling after a show....like...they want...they need to be with someone and share their exploding inner joy....
Still riding high the next night, the three of us headed back out to another bar...not a strip club....where I met an amazing 21-yr old....it's been awhile since someone of that age has responded so positively to me.....yeah she was our waitress...OK....that just made it easier to hit on her some...without any real expectations I gave her my card...I guess I still had that post concert glow that displayed a youthful exuberance cause she called me a few days later to try and get together...much to my delight and much to the surprise of my buddies....I owe it all to Bruce....while that might sound a bit like thanking Jesus....Bruce is my spiritual savior....
Less than a week later I was at another Bruce show with my Iraq buddy....and once again....afterwards we headed out in search of a connection....we were in and out of bars until we landed at this karaoke spot he had wanted to go to all night...guess we should have started there cause I ended up meeting my 2nd 20-yr old of the week...she was really sweet, cute...and into me...we made out some...then someone sang "When I think of you I touch myself..."..and it was on from there...but I had some convincing to do in order to get her to agree to stay the night with me....No...I did not pull out the "Sandy" line...but if I did...I'm sure it would have worked...instead I just kept telling her how much I wanted her to stay...and then I looked into her eyes and told her "I need you"......oh brother.....I know..but that was it...she responded with "OK"...she actually sent her friend home in a cab at that point...and then proceeded to tell me how crazy this was...but all I could think was how crazy awesome it was...that right there shows how different girls and guys are.....her thinking was, "I can't believe I'm doing this." and my thinking was "I can't believe I'm doing this!"....
She ended up spending the whole night with me....and I'll never forget the look she'd give me when she was on top of me...like she wasn't looking at me...but through me....I told her how I could feel how she was looking at me...and that I liked it....and she acknowledged that's exactly what she was doing...of course she was looking at me like that.....my soul was still glowing from the show.....at this point I really wanted to tell her the "Sandy" line, but I knew if I did she was going to melt right then and there and give in and would have no choice but to have sex with me...something we did not end up doing because she just was not prepared to go there...and I had to respect that...so we just kissed...a lot....and held each other...a lot...and got close....a lot...
In the end...she kept thinking if she did have sex with me then I might never call her because I got what I wanted...but if she didn't have sex with me then I would have something to call her about...but really...I'm more likely to call knowing I'm gonna' have sex with her AGAIN...then hoping to have sex with her for the first time...so, ultimately, I never promised I'd love her forever...but I did still promise to call.......like Bruce...I want to be optimistic....
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Power
I've had this debate many times with friends about who ultimately has more power...men?...or women?....I stand by women....and so do some prominent other intelligent men...
“It’s not money, it’s not politics - it’s who controls the pussy that controls the world.”
Larry Flynt
Publisher
The starting point for defining the behavior of men and women is all about power. Who has more? Men or Women? The answer depends a lot on who you ask and what they think power means. Power is everything. If you have the power, you have control, in any situation. Money, political clout and authority are the most common tools used to wield or display power, but certainly not the most influential or effective. I have this conversation many times over with a number of friends and when I ask them about power, more often than not, they bring up the fore mentioned tools. The reality is sex is the ultimate power.
How else can you explain how a young, mostly unattractive, overweight Intern virtually brought down the “most powerful man in the world” over a simple blowjob? In fact, you could argue that one man’s salacious desire for some head changed the course of American history forever.
So a better question maybe to ask, who controls sex?
Most men will adamantly tell you they’re in charge. Maybe once engaged in sex, a man will dominate and demonstrate his power, but to begin with, legally anyway, a woman must give consent, otherwise its called rape. Man wants what only the woman can give. A woman can have sex any time she wants to. All she has to do is ask. But a man…well, for us, sex isn’t quite available on demand like Entourage reruns. Well, I guess if you’re willing to pay for it is…but even then, who really holds the power? The one who holds the money or the pussy? Next time you’re with a hooker…or in a strip club, ask the girl who she thinks has the power.
A beautiful woman can stroll past a man on the street and bring him to his knees. I don’t hear woman honking their horns as they drive by a crowded corner of handsome men. Women will argue they’re much less crass and animalistic than men to do something as abhorring as honk a horn. “What’s the big deal?” they’ll ask. That’s what they say to us when we do such a thing. One woman I know once remarked, ‘What do you think? She’s going to come right over and fuck you?” Well…no…we don’t think that would ever happen, but we do hope it might. And that’s the difference between us. An attractive woman is a big deal…a much bigger deal than any woman will ever understand or care to imagine.
The big deal contributes to our lack of control over sex. We can’t help ourselves. Women make men weak. More often than not, we’ll do anything for sex. Romance, food shopping, fancy cars, trips to Bed Bath and Beyond on a Sunday (as in Sunday…the day of Football) and spending money….yes….believe it or not…we spend money to impress you in the hopes you will have sex with us. Virtually every activity we do is built around the possibility of sex. Careers are built around getting girls. Musicians like Billy Joel, Jimmy Buffett and Tommy Lee have all admitted they first became musicians because thy thought it would help them get girls. Doctors, Athletes, Lawyers …the ladies are all impressed. It’s sad. It’s pathetic. It’s also out of our control.
Who thinks they have the power?
However, the psychology behind the power play appears to be much different. Men think they have the power, while most women can’t believe they actually hold the keys to the power drill….strippers and hookers aside…who you could argue are the ultimate power players. If the rest of the women ever fully realize their potential, we’re doomed as the ones in charge. Speaking of which, Scott Baio, formerly of the hit show Charles in Charge and that lesser known one, Happy Days, who’s since bragged about going through one year sleeping with every Playmate on the calendar…He didn’t just go for the cycle. He went for the lunar cycle…twelve for twelve….is a believer in the women have all the power theory. In fact, he’s adamant about it. Don’t believe me? Look it up in a past Playboy. I swear. I read the article.
The Idolatry of Solomon
So there was this King and his name was Solomon…King Solomon….you’ve heard of him. Worshipped by many, he had all kinds of power, and was …idolized if you will. And someone made this painting of him appropriately called the “Idolatry of Solomon” that became famous. I saw it at the Getty Museum in Los Angeles. It’s a highly respected piece of art. While the painting reflects Solomon’s great power it also displays his penchant and dare I say…weakness…for…you guessed it…women. His advisers clearly seem to be suggesting the King steer clear of these particular women. But the King didn’t listen. When it comes to women, men won’t listen to anyone but themselves. On the other hand, women tend to be all too eager to heed the advice and thoughts of others when it comes to men…but I’ll save that discussion for another chapter. For a man, it doesn’t matter how powerful a figure he’s appear to be, once a woman takes a hold of his heart, he’s silly-puddy in her hands.*
*This thought is only based upon my observations, not my experience. I’ve never felt like I was puddy in anybody’s hands. Of course, that’s what all guys would say about themselves. There’s actually a specific term for “silly-puddy in her hands.” It’s called being pussy-wipped. And what guy wants to admit he is pussy-wipped? Answer: None. Quick, what’s the female equivalent for pussy wipped?.......tick-tock….tick-tock…can’t think of one? That’s because there is none. Women have all the power. I rest my case.
Power…it’s a losing battle.
I wish I could take credit for the following quote, but sadly I cannot. It’s pure genius and comes from a friend of mine. When prompted for his thoughts on the power subject, he did not hesitate. It’s like he had his statement well prepared in advance if ever someone should ask him such a question.
“Women are the employer and men are the employee. A date is like a job interview and the woman is the one who decides whether to hire you or fire you. And just like a job interview, you have no idea what they’re thinking on the other side of the table. You think you have some idea what they’re looking for in an applicant, but really you have no idea.”
When it comes to jobs and women I’ve been on a lot of interviews…some interviews were for positions that most people would be thrilled that they were even considered…I’ll never forget one position I was up for…for a job…when I asked why I didn’t get it, I was told, “When you left the room, there wasn’t exactly a standing ovation.” Ouch. Sometimes you can walk away thinking you nailed it….be it an interview or an incredible date…and then…nothing...and the hardest part is you have no idea why. The why eats away at us like termites invading a house. Only time and toxins can stop the devastation.....for all intensive purposes....we are powerless.
“It’s not money, it’s not politics - it’s who controls the pussy that controls the world.”
Larry Flynt
Publisher
The starting point for defining the behavior of men and women is all about power. Who has more? Men or Women? The answer depends a lot on who you ask and what they think power means. Power is everything. If you have the power, you have control, in any situation. Money, political clout and authority are the most common tools used to wield or display power, but certainly not the most influential or effective. I have this conversation many times over with a number of friends and when I ask them about power, more often than not, they bring up the fore mentioned tools. The reality is sex is the ultimate power.
How else can you explain how a young, mostly unattractive, overweight Intern virtually brought down the “most powerful man in the world” over a simple blowjob? In fact, you could argue that one man’s salacious desire for some head changed the course of American history forever.
So a better question maybe to ask, who controls sex?
Most men will adamantly tell you they’re in charge. Maybe once engaged in sex, a man will dominate and demonstrate his power, but to begin with, legally anyway, a woman must give consent, otherwise its called rape. Man wants what only the woman can give. A woman can have sex any time she wants to. All she has to do is ask. But a man…well, for us, sex isn’t quite available on demand like Entourage reruns. Well, I guess if you’re willing to pay for it is…but even then, who really holds the power? The one who holds the money or the pussy? Next time you’re with a hooker…or in a strip club, ask the girl who she thinks has the power.
A beautiful woman can stroll past a man on the street and bring him to his knees. I don’t hear woman honking their horns as they drive by a crowded corner of handsome men. Women will argue they’re much less crass and animalistic than men to do something as abhorring as honk a horn. “What’s the big deal?” they’ll ask. That’s what they say to us when we do such a thing. One woman I know once remarked, ‘What do you think? She’s going to come right over and fuck you?” Well…no…we don’t think that would ever happen, but we do hope it might. And that’s the difference between us. An attractive woman is a big deal…a much bigger deal than any woman will ever understand or care to imagine.
The big deal contributes to our lack of control over sex. We can’t help ourselves. Women make men weak. More often than not, we’ll do anything for sex. Romance, food shopping, fancy cars, trips to Bed Bath and Beyond on a Sunday (as in Sunday…the day of Football) and spending money….yes….believe it or not…we spend money to impress you in the hopes you will have sex with us. Virtually every activity we do is built around the possibility of sex. Careers are built around getting girls. Musicians like Billy Joel, Jimmy Buffett and Tommy Lee have all admitted they first became musicians because thy thought it would help them get girls. Doctors, Athletes, Lawyers …the ladies are all impressed. It’s sad. It’s pathetic. It’s also out of our control.
Who thinks they have the power?
However, the psychology behind the power play appears to be much different. Men think they have the power, while most women can’t believe they actually hold the keys to the power drill….strippers and hookers aside…who you could argue are the ultimate power players. If the rest of the women ever fully realize their potential, we’re doomed as the ones in charge. Speaking of which, Scott Baio, formerly of the hit show Charles in Charge and that lesser known one, Happy Days, who’s since bragged about going through one year sleeping with every Playmate on the calendar…He didn’t just go for the cycle. He went for the lunar cycle…twelve for twelve….is a believer in the women have all the power theory. In fact, he’s adamant about it. Don’t believe me? Look it up in a past Playboy. I swear. I read the article.
The Idolatry of Solomon
So there was this King and his name was Solomon…King Solomon….you’ve heard of him. Worshipped by many, he had all kinds of power, and was …idolized if you will. And someone made this painting of him appropriately called the “Idolatry of Solomon” that became famous. I saw it at the Getty Museum in Los Angeles. It’s a highly respected piece of art. While the painting reflects Solomon’s great power it also displays his penchant and dare I say…weakness…for…you guessed it…women. His advisers clearly seem to be suggesting the King steer clear of these particular women. But the King didn’t listen. When it comes to women, men won’t listen to anyone but themselves. On the other hand, women tend to be all too eager to heed the advice and thoughts of others when it comes to men…but I’ll save that discussion for another chapter. For a man, it doesn’t matter how powerful a figure he’s appear to be, once a woman takes a hold of his heart, he’s silly-puddy in her hands.*
*This thought is only based upon my observations, not my experience. I’ve never felt like I was puddy in anybody’s hands. Of course, that’s what all guys would say about themselves. There’s actually a specific term for “silly-puddy in her hands.” It’s called being pussy-wipped. And what guy wants to admit he is pussy-wipped? Answer: None. Quick, what’s the female equivalent for pussy wipped?.......tick-tock….tick-tock…can’t think of one? That’s because there is none. Women have all the power. I rest my case.
Power…it’s a losing battle.
I wish I could take credit for the following quote, but sadly I cannot. It’s pure genius and comes from a friend of mine. When prompted for his thoughts on the power subject, he did not hesitate. It’s like he had his statement well prepared in advance if ever someone should ask him such a question.
“Women are the employer and men are the employee. A date is like a job interview and the woman is the one who decides whether to hire you or fire you. And just like a job interview, you have no idea what they’re thinking on the other side of the table. You think you have some idea what they’re looking for in an applicant, but really you have no idea.”
When it comes to jobs and women I’ve been on a lot of interviews…some interviews were for positions that most people would be thrilled that they were even considered…I’ll never forget one position I was up for…for a job…when I asked why I didn’t get it, I was told, “When you left the room, there wasn’t exactly a standing ovation.” Ouch. Sometimes you can walk away thinking you nailed it….be it an interview or an incredible date…and then…nothing...and the hardest part is you have no idea why. The why eats away at us like termites invading a house. Only time and toxins can stop the devastation.....for all intensive purposes....we are powerless.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
My "A" Game
For whatever reason that I'm unable to explain...well...that goes without saying, right?.... in some sort of crazy cosmic mystery I've had a disproportionate amount of relationships with girls whose names begin with the letter "A". Four in particular: Alison, Angela, Amber and Ana have left an indelible mark on my heart...yes..there's more "A's" than just those 4.....2 or 3 more I think...but..those are the 4 who've mattered most....
Notre Dame had its four horseman....I have my 4 Aphrodite's...Without going into detail as to any of the four...each deserve their individual blogs at a later time....I will say I only had sex with one of the four...slept with two....but could have laid all four....but, don't be mistaken...I had a tremendous affection for all four....ultimately it was never about the sex.....
Which brings me to my point of this particular entry....What if the one girl that was right for you passed you by?...I mean...sure I can say that none of them were the "ones" because it didn't work out with any of them...but...what if it the timing wasn't right?...or what if I did something to screw it up...likely...or what if they didn't realize how much I actually did like them?...here's another sure bet....at some point...all four liked me...that is without question....
Even though it's been years since I've had anything to do with any of the four...it's amazing how I still measure others I meet today against them....no one's come close to touching me like those did...and I wonder if I'll ever meet someone that makes my heart skip like they did...I was never serious with any of them...and barely dated two...although I did know each of them for a considerable amount of time....yet...still...I know it could have been more...it should have been more....
When you're as single as long as I've been...you do wonder where is the one who will move you most....will you ever meet her?...and worse....have you already met her?
So what do I do?.....I just keep my eyes open...never too quick to dismiss anyone...I never take for granted who I meet....because I never know....her name just might begin with the letter "A."
Notre Dame had its four horseman....I have my 4 Aphrodite's...Without going into detail as to any of the four...each deserve their individual blogs at a later time....I will say I only had sex with one of the four...slept with two....but could have laid all four....but, don't be mistaken...I had a tremendous affection for all four....ultimately it was never about the sex.....
Which brings me to my point of this particular entry....What if the one girl that was right for you passed you by?...I mean...sure I can say that none of them were the "ones" because it didn't work out with any of them...but...what if it the timing wasn't right?...or what if I did something to screw it up...likely...or what if they didn't realize how much I actually did like them?...here's another sure bet....at some point...all four liked me...that is without question....
Even though it's been years since I've had anything to do with any of the four...it's amazing how I still measure others I meet today against them....no one's come close to touching me like those did...and I wonder if I'll ever meet someone that makes my heart skip like they did...I was never serious with any of them...and barely dated two...although I did know each of them for a considerable amount of time....yet...still...I know it could have been more...it should have been more....
When you're as single as long as I've been...you do wonder where is the one who will move you most....will you ever meet her?...and worse....have you already met her?
So what do I do?.....I just keep my eyes open...never too quick to dismiss anyone...I never take for granted who I meet....because I never know....her name just might begin with the letter "A."
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