Promise rings.  What purpose do they serve?  Before I answer this question, I would like to take this chance to say that any homosapien of the male species that even thinks of contradicting the following logic and/or explanation is absolutely and positively lying.  What he is trying to do is “set himself apart” from the other guys and come across as the nice one, the good one, the one the cares, when the reality is this: he is telling these women what they want to hear, when they want to hear it, so he can get what he wants.

            Any way.  Like I was saying.  Promise rings.  What purpose do they serve?  To a woman, they serve as a symbol of commitment.  An unbreakable bond, a contract of sorts between two people stating that no matter what is going on in either of their lives, they will always be there for each other, and when they’re ready they will engage, and after they engage they will marry, and after they marry they will life happily together, forever, until death.

            To a man, it serves as a symbol of compromise.  Think about it like this.  We men are very logical and practical creatures.  Unlike our female counterparts, we don’t give in to emotional bidding as much (now of course I understand this is a general ass statement, but for the most part, this holds true for the universe – or atleast the United States of America).  What we see is this, women need to know for a fact, that the man they’re with is willing to give up everything for them.  The single life, the whoring life, the life … period. 

            Based on society’s norm and the education we receive publicly, women are instilled with this desire to be the perfect and loving wife.  From a very young age they set out to be that man’s  companion.  This is true.  No matter what you say.  This is true.  And men are instilled with this morbid fear of commitment, we’ve been force-fed this idea that by committing ourselves to a single woman, we give up our social lives and personal lives all together.  So what happens is this … an engagement ring is a promise to be married some time in the future.  That is when you have established that you love someone, and no matter what, you will be with each other ‘till the day you die.  A promise ring is a promise to some day be engaged, but why?

            To a man, we are giving you as women what you want, and taking what we want.  When you promise the rest of your life with someone, they are obviously willing to open themselves up – and by this I don’t mean emotionally.  I’m talking about legs, vaginal openings and all.  You have to understand where these doods are coming from.  They don’t want to get married, so they obviously don’t want to get engaged.  But to promise to be engaged is like taking an extra step towards marriage, so it’s okay if you break a promise ring, because it isn’t as serious as an engagement ring, and sure as hell is nothing in comparison to a wedding ring.

            I don’t even remember what I was saying … let me think … and type it out as though we were having an every day question.  Ah’ yes, here we go.  I found my train of thought.  You want commitment, we give it to you with a promise ring.  We want ass, you give it to us after you get the ring.  You get left, and broken hearted.  That’s the end of it.

            Why?  Because a promise ring and engagement ring look the same, have the same purpose (essentially), hopefully cost the same (unless your man is cheap), but then why separate them?  Because, one is meant to be broken.  The other is an honest attempt at building a life with you.

            Think about it.  Why would I lie?  Ahahaha.  =)

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[ Can you tell what that person is feeling through the expression of his/her eyes? Can you "read" that person?  What are the things that can easily be detected? what's underneath the gaze? ]

Well .. uh .. there you have it.  We’ve all heard the saying “The eyes are the window to the soul,” and I’m sure we all have our personal opinions on whether or not it’s true – or how true it is.  Obviously, if a person is crying or is feeling pain ( physical or otherwise ) in most cases, you can probably tell through their eyes … probably because they’re crying.

On that same token, we’ve also heard the saying “You can’t judge a book by it’s cover,” and that’s true on more levels than I’m even willing to expound upon.    The easiest thing detected, in my opinion, would be eye color.  And underneath the gaze, well, it’s really quite amazing.  There’s the cornea, the iris, the retina, the vitreous, the macula, the optic nerve and a couple other things.  Hehe.  That was cute.

If in fact we, as human beings, were given the ability to “read” a person by looking into their eyes, there wouldn’t be a demand as high as the one the world’s got now for getting to know someone.  I, personally, would much rather take the time, the money, and the energy of taking a girl somewhere, getting drunk with her, letting her take advantage of my body and waking up the next morning with a headache but the satisfaction of accomplishment to know what she’s about.

Of course that’s a bit extreme, but I mean, really, something as trivial as someone’s eye doesn’t really reveal a whole lot about them, other than them being pretty.  Some people might argue that a person’s eye contact tells you a lot—well yes, it’s true.  If I’m standing with a bottle of water and I meet a girl’s eyes ten times, that obviously means there’s some sort of interest .. and me making eye contact every single time might even mean that I’m interested in her too [ assuming she’s not scaring me on that stalker status ].  But beyond that, there isn’t really much you can tell – or much you should tell.

Most of the time, you learn about someone by speaking with them, not looking at them.

P.S. Ya'll heard of The Alchemist?  Ill producer .. you should bump his sh1zzle.

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<just passin>: you said women do not know what they want, that they are just as confused like the male species... but what of those who do not necessarily fall for roses and the romance crap? what type of woman would she be?

I think I love you but I’m not in love with you.  Well .. uh .. yes, it is my belief that women are as confused about what they want just as much as the male species is on what to give them.  I’m not really one to classify women, but I do feel that there are certain traits that are inherent to every one – or states of mind that are superimposed by influences outside of themselves; religion, television, magazines, friends’ beliefs, etc.

This isn’t to say that women can’t think for themselves, but obviously, if you think about it, opinions don’t exist without other opinions to bounce them off – and that goes for all people.  But what I was getting at with that entry—and saying that women don’t know what they want—wasn’t so much on some “Women don’t know what they want,” but more along the lines of “What we’re told to do as men and what women want us to do are completely different.”

You don’t have to like roses and chocolate to be considered normal, I mean, every one has their tastes, but I think behind the roses and chocolates there is sometimes something a little extra there.  It’s not so much the value of the gift, but more the gesture behind it.  Like if you’re having a bad day and your boyfriend gets you a “Hope you feel better” card for .39 cents, the fact that he thought about you should mean a whole lot more than that piece of paper.

And besides, you don’t have to know what you want out of a man just yet, I mean we’re all young here, we’ve yet to experience life to the fullest.  Really, I feel it’s more along the lines of learning what you want together, because I know damn well that sitting there and having to tell your man or woman everything they should do is a pain in the ass.

On the other hand though, it’s completely healthy and respectable for you to have your own type of things you’re into.  You shouldn’t have to like what every one else likes because they like it – if you’re going to like something, make sure it’s because you do and not because you’re trying to fit in like a banana into an extra snug condom.  [ Sorry.  Lack of sexual innuendo asked for it.  =D ]  Just make sure that what you say you want and what you actually want coincide. 

That’s what I meant by women don’t know what they want.  “I want a guy that treats me nice, and respects me,” and so on is nice, but if you also want a guy that is able to take control of a situation and handle himself well, you shouldn’t forget to mention that.  Because when it comes to things like this, sometimes too much of a good thing is actually bad.

P.S.: Have you heard The Game's album?  G'lawd.  This shizzle is fiiiiiiiiire.

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Matios’ Thoughts on Herpes and a Normal Sex Life

Yesterday I was looking up information on drugs.com, and I came across a very interesting sponsored link.  The link read: “Have herpes?  Want a normal sex life?  We have the answers to all your questions.” … or something to that effect, and I thought to myself I thought What has this world come to?  Do any of you beautiful people happen to know what herpes is?  Let me break it down and explain.

Herpes, my dear friends, is a viral infection.  Now, a virus is a submicroscopic parasite that often causes diseases and consists essentially of core RNA and DNA surrounded by a protein coat – and proteins are simply a group of complex organic macromolecules that contain all kinds of elements and what not blah blah blah.  Which pretty much means that damn virus is protected.  The thing about viruses is that they can’t replicate themselves without host cells, but once they get host cells, it’s all over, because they spread and all the other crazy shit happens.

So where does that leave people with it?  Well you see, herpes is some nasty shit.  Symptoms include things such as visible, dry, rashy ass sores, and when it comes to surface, it attatches itself to the skin cells and begins to spread.  Which means?  You’re assed out.

Now, according to this ad, they said they have a way to getting your sex life back to normal.  Well, if we want to be difficult, we can say “normal” is really an abstract word, so what might be normal to you might be weird to me and vice versa.  But for the sake of education, let’s not be difficult.  Let’s just assume that a “normal” sex-life is what is accepted by society as a whole.

My solution?  I’d just chop of the infected genitals, strap on a rubber vagina or dildo as a replacement, and voila, no more threat of diseases.  But that’s now hot the world works.  The way these guys are, they want to inform you about herpes and all this other shit, show you how you prevent outbreaks, and send your infected penis, vagina or mouth back out into the world to spread that nasty ass disease to other people.

Herpes is like a horrible case of cold sores.  White puss is secreted, lesions appear, dark breaks in the skin, blood, green fluid, disgusting and horrid smells are emitted.  So like … what the hell do you think?  I, personally, would much rather stick to the age old method of masturbation.  I don’t know about you, but having my penis fall off isn’t really my idea of a good time.  Forget a normal sex-life.  Give me alcohol, pretty faced women, and a white sand beach and I’ll be good.  I don’t need sex.  I’ll write poetry about it instead.

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[ Okay ] … so as I was talking to that fine boricua mami, I thought back to an article I’d read from back in the day.  I didn’t really approach her the way I described, but you know, it was pretty gosh darn close, and considering what we know … that sure as hell is not the way to approach women.

In fact, think about everything men are taught about approaching women.  We’re taught to be nice, we’re taught to be polite, we’re taught to take them out, we’re taught to buy them things … we’re taught a whole bunch of shit that in the end, really doesn’t get us where we wanted to go.

I like to think about these things logically – all these things we learn, are taught to us by whom?  Our mothers, and if not, by some other woman, and if it’s a man, you have to question yourself where exactly he got it from.  Chances are, another woman.  So I’m saying … if we’re taught by women on how to approach women, and we realize that some of the things they told us aren’t really working, what the hell is going on?

Well, it didn’t take me too long to come up with this conclusion.  In fact, I sat down and I asked myself, I said:

“Matios.  What is something you can see that you know for certain – besides all the other stupid shit you say – that will piss some ladies off?”

And I replied to myself:

“Well, Matios, you pretty much told women that men lie because of them … that they’re asking for it … and that wasn’t really that nice, and you did get some shit about that, but you know what?  You should tell women that they’re  liars too.”

And I was like:

“Well … actually … I already did that Negro.”

And then I said:

“No, foo’.  I mean straight up, call them on the bullshit.”

So I was like:

“Ooooh!  Fa’sho.  I get you know.”

So then, what bullshit was myself telling myself to call women out on?  What ya’ll tell us.  Our mothers, aunts, and family friends are sure as hell not going to tell us shit like “I want a man that knows how to take control of a situation, knows how to let me know he’s in charge, just slams up against a wall and fucks me ‘till I cum.” … they’re going to tell us things like “I want roses, I want chocolate, and I want cards.”  And then you do that, but that doesn’t work, because obviously they want to be slammed against a wall and fucked to sleep too.  So you’re giving them the ying but no yang, tit but no tat, sherber but no dabber, negrito but no cucurumbé. — So what the hell does that mean?

Well, I’m glad you asked.  A woman can’t tell you the way to a woman’s heart – or panties – because she doesn’t know.  Man, if you look at things, they’re more confused about themselves than we are about them. 

Can I get a sherber skeez?  Sherber skeez.  Thank you.  Seriously though, when’s the last time you saw a nice guy with three fine girlfriends, consecutively?  Sheeeyit, when’s the last time you saw a nice guy with three fine girlfriends period?  You know what happens with nice guys?  They do everything women say they want, which is a mistake.  Why?  Because they’re not reading between the lines.  Sometimes there are things that are there for you to figure out, it’s no fun if your girl has to tell you everything to do.  The nice guys just do exactly what they were told, and it’s not their fault.  I’m a firm believer than all women should be treated as princesses, but there are certain lines of princessdry that should not be crossed.  Like … everything.  =). 

You know what it is about the dicks that get the nice girls that complain about them all the time but always run back?  It’s the fact that those guys know what they want, and they exude this sort of confidence in everything they do.  They don’t have to ask before they slap the shit out of their girlfriend – and for what it’s worth, even though he’s showing signs of domestic violence, the fact that he had the balls to do it sometimes means a lot … or maybe it’s just that the girl is too damn scared to break up with him.  But still, that’s not my point.

My point is that a woman is not going to teach you the way to woman’s heart, because she can’t.  Your mother is not going to tell you that the way your father really won her over was by giving her some bomb head.  That’s just wrong.  So what does she do?  She just tells you about all the romantic shizzle he did in their entire relationship … and what do guys do?  Do that in three months.  Idiots.  Think about it foo’s … women got each other’s backs.  They’re tryin’ to hook each other up ‘n sheeyit, by training men to be chumps like the dood with the wife that punks his ass in The Chronicles of Riddick.  Or Lady Macbeth in Macbeth.  .. or something.  =)  I love you.