Thursday, December 20, 2007

Why Women Lie?

I’d like to talk this time about “Why women lie”.

Without any doubts women lie, and to be more specific, very often. Though they much more easily can catch a lying men – he said that was organized an important party with the clients in his workplace, but he just gone to the gin-shop in the city with his friends. Or he boasts about his skills in papering walls, but he only damaged the room. Or he swears he had taken a dog for a walk though actually he was watching a basketball match.

We, men lie 4-5 times more than women. But the women do everything in a professional way, because they can be pompous of having a great oratory skill. The secret is simple.

The psyche of the human who is telling lie kind of resolves into two parts: – the one, which knows the truth and the other which tells fish stories. For this reason many pauses emerge in a speech and men usually fulfill it with various “hmm”, “eee”, ect. While the women’s stream of perception is so rapid that they doesn’t need to make any breaks. Even when they haven’t prepared to provide an excuse actually.

I think women lie in order to make her company feel comfy, while men lie by seeking to create a better image about themselves. In addition, women feel the borders of tactical lie very delicate. Mostly they spray in an elegant way without making others to feel angry or offended. Sadly, but the lie of men often is very bold, rough and hurtful.”

Have you ever noticed (all you guys out there) that women learn and fall into a habit to tell a lie by saying the things that “WE”, men want to hear?

One thing is true. Women lie, because they don’t feel safe. They usually minimize the quantity of her partners and maximize the age speaking about her first time. This could be considered as a consequence of public belief that girl should be naïve and faithful. It is like an inside wish of all the men.

Women seek for the acceptance not only in the workplace, but also in the circle of her friends. They hide the mistakes and emphasize the episodes of success. For this reason even the easiest works they describe as very hard, demanding the struggle and intellectual skills. For the same appreciation women lie about their appearance.

In all this crappie words I said before, I would like to highlight the idea that at some point is without doubt “US” the ”male” species that indicate in the habit of women lying.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The difference between making love and having sex

I used to think there was no difference between making love and having sex. That distinction seemed wholly fabricated by the evil unit responsible for many women's magazines and Harlequin romance-style novels.

You see, I am a man. That means I have needs, and any time that happens, it managed to find a little female companionship, well, call it what you will, but it was all good. Pretty much. Cuddle afterward — or don't. Show up with flowers next time — or don't. Phone the next day — or don't.

Some people might choose to argue over semantics. I, on the other hand, was busily engaged in trying to help my self find a new female vacation spot.

Let me explain:

You see, I have fallen for this girl once, in a big way (not anymore though). Suddenly, I knew there was a difference — and what, exactly, that difference was. It's not that we don't get "fast and furious". Rather, for the first time, I am profoundly aware that making love is fundamentally a process — a long, unbelievably enticing, terribly wonderful encounter that's all about discovering every possible way two people can connect sexually.

Even better, the more in love you are, the more ways to connect.

Sex, on the other hand, is about two people using one another to get off, which is fine and good. But making love is a journey of utter pleasure that is only possible when you increasingly cannot imagine not having that person in your life.

Still confused? Just refer to this handy list I've devised:

Making Love: You can't wait to wake up with her.
Having Sex: You can't wait to wake up.

Making Love: You talk and giggle into the small hours.
Having Sex: You have little to say other than, "So, our sex organs really fit together there, now don't they."

Making Love: You wake up staring into her opalescent blue eyes.
Having Sex: You wake up staring at her (um, I forget what color) eyes.

Making Love: You wonder how you ever got through the night without holding and kissing her.
Having Sex: You wonder how you're going to get through the night without holding and kissing Smelly, your loyal, prodigiously slobbering Great Dane–pit bull mix.

Still confused? Well, sorry so am I after I read this blog. Lol

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