Giving Thanks and a Birthday

Giving Thanks and a Birthday

Share This Article Facebook0Tweet0Pin0 Posted in: Online Dating Tagged in: actors, artists, awkward dates, bad dates, comedic, datebook, Dating, dating disasters, dating in new york, funny, funny dating stories, gay, hilarious dating stories, new work, new york city, nyc, Online Dating, profile, Sex, single in new york, single in NYC, TV, web series Oh so you want some of my ex, eh? Let me flick you on the ol’ vag’ and make you think twice, asshole! You’re at the bar, with friends, when you notice the electricity in the air; you’re having a intriguing conversation with someone who you want to take home and pound until the legs/wheel on your kitchen table/couch/race car bed give out.imlive free credits hack You can’t help it, you’re a sucker to chemistry and when two sexual people “lock-in” they generate a force of attraction that, like a 99 cent baby back rib deal at the local strip joint, is hard to resist. Ah, but there’s a catch; this person that you want to pound like a raw piece of beef (or tempeh, if you’re veg/vegan) used to date and mate with one of your close friends… What do you do about that?Well, children of the corn, I’m not so sure that there’s an easy answer here. I can tell you that I’ve gone all the way with friends’ exes and it’s led to some awkward conversation, the dissolution of a friendship and some awesome sex, if not a rewarding relationship.   Cock Blocked and Two Smoking Barrels However, I can speak to one particular situation where I was cock blocked before I could even get unzipped. Allow me to explain: Once upon a time I had a friend named Kayla. Kayla and I never really hung out too much, but when we did, we always laughed and had a good time and it was usually around my buddy, Mr.

Riker. Now, I’m not going to bullshit you guys, I wanted to bend Kayla over a table and do things to her that are still banned in eight States in the Union. However, I kept it to myself and didn’t “press the issue.” Fair enough. You see, Kayla and I would talk about getting together to grab dinner or drinks. Not really a big deal, it’s what people do. One day, I’d mentioned to Mr. Riker that I was attracted to Kayla. He got quiet and I asked him what was wrong. He said, “Look, brosef, I don’t like my friends dating because if shit doesn’t work out then I usually end up losing both friends and that sucks.” I looked at him and understood but I had to tell him that, while I understood his predicament, I had to ultimately dismiss it.

I said, “Riker, it really has nothing to do with you. At all. We’re two adults and YOU introduced us.” Our disagreement went on for a while longer after that; needless to say we didn’t resolve that argument. The following day I’d made plans to have dinner with Kayla, that night. When it came time to get ready, she texted me and told me that dinner was off and that she was sorry. After probing further, she had told me that she thought I was cool, but only as friends and didn’t think our dinner was going to be about that… I continued to press and asked her why she said that. Enter Mr Riker. He had a conversation with Kayla and explained to her that my feelings were not precisely platonic.

It didn’t matter what I said, she still declined dinner… I was pissed. Did it end up being worth it? I called up, Riker and let him know how pissed I was. He couldn’t remove his own feelings from the situation and have two friends dating and potentially lose out on those friendships… Really, it, to me, was a practice in immaturity on his part. His meddling pretty much torpedoed that friendship. Had I gotten the chance to go out to dinner with Kayla, would anything have happened? Probably not and it’s likely I would have picked up on the fact that she wasn’t interested in me that way… Should I have even bothered at all? I still think there was nothing wrong in trying and really, what did Riker expect? When you put two adults in a room and there’s chemistry that develops you can’t simply expect it to go away and have neither participant act on their chemically induced impulses. It doesn’t work that way. Just is the way it is. If it’s something that’s going to bother you, don’t put yourself in a situation where you have a front row seat to a train wreck you want no part of… I’m still close friends with, Riker. I don’t talk to Kayla anymore, though. I’m over it, though.

In the end I suppose it doesn’t matter; it just seemed needlessly dramatic and, really, no one wants that in their life. What do you think? Should there be a hands-off policy for friends and your exes? Discuss in the comments below. Signup for Our Newsletter Get Us in Your Inbox! Online Dating, Sex, and Relationship Advice Tips in Your Inbox… Follow @theurbandater Like this:Like Loading…

Dating Anger

Share This Article Facebook5Tweet0Pin0 Posted in: Dating & Relationships Tagged in: cock block, exes Friends With Benefits (FWB) is a casual sex relationship (with no serious commitment) between two friends. The whole purpose of an FWB is to satisfy partner’s sexual urges. However, if not performed properly, it may lead to the unpleasant break-up and dysfunctional friendship. The primary concern or repellent factor for having an FWB relationship is the attachment. Indeed, the phrase FWB is synonymous with a no-strings-attached relationship. This article is to review seven practical tips for developing fewer attachments in an FWB relationship. 1- Pick the right partner While you are picking your sex partners, it is better to find someone who is not too attractive. Also, stay away from partners who have not had hook-up experience before, or even worse have not been in a relationship before (being technically virgin). Make sure to communicate your intents and expectations for the casual sex before doing anything with your partner. 2- Stay busy with career and hobbies One of the pros of having FWB relationship is that it saves you lots of time; hence, you can stay focus on your career and enjoy your hobbies.

I personally enjoy the freedom that comes with FWB as though I would do what I want, go where I want, have fun when I want. In other words, it makes the task of striking the balance between the personal and professional life easier. In short, FWB means to meet with your friend for 2-3 hours per week for having sex-identical to what you do in a hook-up with a stranger. 3- Avoid the romantic language To avoid attachments, it is better to watch your mouth and not to use the trigger romantic words that are normally used in a serious relationship such as baby, honey, etc. As always, it takes practice to master a non-romantic communications. 4- Watch for romantic acts It is very important to watch for your romantic or sexual acts that convey your love to your partner such as eye contact, oversleeping, hugging, kissing, orgasm, etc. 5- Have a binding agreement Instead of verbal agreement, it is better to have a binding contract that surveys key terms of your engagement. That way, if one partner develops attachment, the other partner has the right to terminate FWB.

Read my other article (10 Rules For Friends With Benefits) for details. 6- Have hook-up-oriented mentality It is very important to understand that any FWB relationship has the 3-6 month expiration date. The longer an FWB engagement, the higher the chance of attachment will be. As such, since there is no commitment in an FWB, always keep your outside options open. To have a hook-up-oriented mentality is to admire that variety is the spice of life. 7- Have multiple FWB partners One interesting aspect of FWB is that you can keep your engagement in a low profile; thus, it gives you an opportunity to be in FWB with multiple partners at the same time. I suggest having 2-4 sex partners for your FWB. Having multiple partners will significantly help you to practice your sexual skills while reducing the chance of forming attachments. Now that you know what it takes to avoid developing attachments in an FWB relationship, it is time to put above tips into practice and enjoy your single life.

Indeed, having organized FWB relationships will result in a personal, professional, and emotional satisfaction and ultimately lead to self-fulfillment of both partners. Photo Credit: Volkan Olmez, who reminds us all that c-section babies are your best friends. Signup for Our Newsletter Get Us in Your Inbox! Online Dating, Sex, and Relationship Advice Tips in Your Inbox… Follow @theurbandater Like this:Like Loading… Share This Article Facebook0Tweet0Pin0 Posted in: Relationships Tagged in: attachments, casual sex, friends with benefits, hook-up, no-strings-attached This scene from 40 year-old virgin scared me terribly. As men, we live a pretty pampered life with respect to what women have to endure. Think about it! They get to go through child birth, menstrual cycles, menopause… Totally unfair.

The only thing we guys have to worry about is odd hair-growth in places where hair was never meant to grow. My grandfather… I love that man, but it honestly seems like part of the Amazon Rain-forest is exploding out of his ears… Ick! Poor guy! Then there’s guys who have free-range hair on their face. These people have a five o-clock shadow at 6am. It’s ridiculous… Fortunately I do not fall into the previous two categories. So what sort of hair growth concerns me and what the heck did I do about it? Well, I’m not prone to overt beard growth… Which was pretty evident when I tried, for the first time to grow a beard last year. However, I am guilty of the “sweater.” You know what that is, right? Now, this thing isn’t like a Wooly Mammoth coat or anything, but there’s enough hair going around that if I ever got stuck in a snow-storm, I’d be alright. I’m just sayin’. Which leads me to my dear friend, Miss Taylor Cast.

How to Stop Sucking at or Other Dating Services… Part 1

She had been trying out a product called the  Silk’n SensEpil. No, no. The girl is not hairy like me, thank goodness. But it was a product sent to us to review and Taylor took the first crack at it and she loved it. Big deal. Why does that matter? Because sometimes, my dear sweet Taylor gets on my case about my “back and chest vest.” With an opportunity to do something about it and a safe-way to avoid her unrelenting ridicule I decided to try this on myself.  Let’s remove that neck sweater, why don’t we… I chose to do this on my neck because the Silk’n SensEpil does a safe job with that and the face, mind you. I chose my neck because I get all sorts of stupid in-grown hairs.

I’ve been trying this for the better part of a month now and let me say… Its shockingly impressive and given that I’m a light-skinned fella, the device works well to detect and remove hair… Pretty painless actually. You see that before and after pic? Very smooth to the touch and I’ve had little to no issues with in-grown hair!! Awesome!!! Make no mistake, I put that poor device through its paces and it’s done, what my girlfriend says, “a commendable job.” That was incredibly nice of my gal to say. When she gets feisty and wants to make fun of my bodily ‘fuzz’ she often points to that scene from Along Came Polly, where Ben Stiller is playing basketball with a very shirtless and very hairy dude and the hairy guy pretty much rubs his sweaty hairy-ness all over Stiller’s face… While I still have some back-hair stuff going on, I think the Silk’N SensEpil could take care of it, given how it worked on my neck. My gal just likes how smooth my neck is now. I would often not shave there because it got so irritated when I did. The Silk’n SensEpil works. It just does. It’s not a overnight treatment either. It does take time. But it covers more area in a treatment then other similar devices, which is why I was able to do my whole freaking neck in about a month! It was also simple to use. My girlfriend was actually really, really impressed with the Silk’n SensEpil. She wants to use it now, too.

I think she liked how easy it was to use. I offered that it was easy to use because she was genetically pre-disposed to know how to use such tools… She said “um, no, it’s just easy.” I think what makes me want to continue using this is that I don’t have to go to some place where some mean lady will pour hot wax on my back and RIP STRIPS OF HAIR out of my back!!! I think lot of people enjoy that sort of thing… Not this guy. No thanks, I’ll just do the hair removal gig at home thank you very much. The other interesting application of the Silk’n SensEpil is also to clean up unsightly arm and back hair… Could the Silk’n SensEpil replace the angry hot-wax lady at the spa? Sure could! a special discount offer to the Readers of the Urban Dater Like em on the Facebook The good people at Silk’n SensEpil  are offering our readers a discount. The offer is:  “20% OFF Silk’n SensEpil Products.”  (Offer Valid September 1st – December  31st, 2011 $200 minimum purchase required).” The promo code to redeem this offer is: “Beauty20”  ** Please Note: It is impor­tant to state that sim­i­lar to pro­fes­sional laser hair removal sys­tems, Silk’n SensEpil this will not work on indi­vid­u­als with dark skin tones and is not rec­om­mended for their use (if the skin tone is too dark the SensEpil can­not detect the dif­fer­ence between the hair and the skin and will not be as effec­tive).

This post spon­sored by Silk’n SensEpi Signup for Our Newsletter Get Us in Your Inbox! Online Dating, Sex, and Relationship Advice Tips in Your Inbox… Follow @theurbandater Like this:Like Loading… Share This Article Facebook10Tweet0Pin0 Posted in: Advert, Featured, Tips & Advice Tagged in: beauty tips, diy beauty How I feel after chowing down at the Kogi Taco Truck ( not a euphemism) So I’ve been a bad, bad member of the Insomnia Club, of late. Simply put, I  haven’t been pulling my weight and sometimes the subject matter we choose isn’t always the choicest for me… In other words, I was probably too intoxicated to write, or I was in a jail spooning it up with the other inmates, swapping stories of hot rods and candy canes. Don’t you judge me! When the topic for August came up, I was intrigued as I thought of the possibilities and then, I thought of a couple situations that made my pants… less roomy. That’s not to say I’m packing a large ‘Johnson,’ but I’m a legend in my own mind, let’s just say. Oh!

The topic for this month’s Insomnia Club Post is simply: LUST! Groggy is as groggy does… Or does it? There I was, asleep and caught within the throes of a debilitating flu. I was more useless than a poopy flavored popsicle stick. I was having dreams of getting my cock ran over by a trash truck for what reason I couldn’t fathom. Then I was naked in the street with people pointing and laughing. Again, I don’t know why; this was the worst dream ever. However, I sensed something else doing on. For some reason all this shitty-ness was making me… less pliable in certain areas.

I was sporting a fever and a sore throat as I was beginning to awake, her hand was working it’s magic using her stick-shift action grip. Certainly this wasn’t happening… again. Oh but it was and while the rest of me had no desire to get “going” I knew that a woman’s desires cannot be denied. I moaned a bit, mostly from feeling like shit, but that was a cue apparently. Like an elite thoroughbred  rider, she hopped up on top of me, slowly moving and then thrusting herself upon me with an increasing (somewhat alarming) sense of purpose. Her moans were intoxicating as she dug her finger nails into my chest. The pain felt good and made me forget my flu-stricken body. She did as she pleased and I was the willing enabler, of course. Then, she was done with me; a with a big sigh and a smile, she slumped over and was lightly snoring minutes later. Her parting comment “thanks.” Still makes me laugh when I recall that particular situation. Even when sick, a woman still wants, what a woman wants! — Image Credit I don’t know if you’re a morning boinker or if you get your kicks on at night. I really don’t know that I have a preference. I just know that while I was sick, my woman wanted every “bit” of me and more; I didn’t know what to do.

It was a long weekend and I had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Not that I make a habit of  running from naughty encounters, but there was nothing good-looking about me, I’m sure I smelled awful and my hair looked like something you might see Ronald McDonald sport. I was not my “George Clooney” best (yes, I know I look NOTHING like him. Shut up!) Like a good sport, I tried to “fight the good fight.” I tried to stall my gal’s advances (which were many) citing my sickly-ness. However, it was that witching hour; the time when cops say “If you’re out at that time, you’re up to no good, or working the graveyard-shift;” my woman would attack and pounce. Again, I awoke to find that was not in control of the show happening atop of me. Taking advantage and taking what was hers; she again rode and rode and rode; digging finger nails into flesh; breathing heavily sometimes in long gasps, sometimes in short breaths. She didn’t give a shit that I was sick; her desire overrode my basic need to “not fuck.” I ran my fingers up her thighs, which were cold, yet sweaty; the girl had been working herself very hard. She looked down at me innocently. I’d had enough of being used as a toy for her own fiendishly sexually perverted reasons. It was my turn. I roughly clutched her pencil-thin wrists and threw her to the side and took what I wanted from her. I could feel the heat in my chest, not from my fever, but from the claw marks she left. The pain, left a warm feeling across my chest like nothing else I’d felt. This turned me on and made me mad at the same time.

I was being used as nothing more than a plaything by a woman who felt it was her right to take advantage of my sick-ass body in the wee hours of the morning. I would have that not more. I thrust into her repeatedly; groans were spat out, sweat dripped; hair pulled and flesh slapped and clawed over and over again. I ignored her pleas to fuck her this-way-or-that and did with her as I pleased. Grabbing her hair, I forced her face-down, dug my fingers into her soft hips and did what I wanted to do with her. I wasn’t nice about it, flesh smacked into flesh; each drive more intense than the last. I told her “you fucking like this, bitch? Do you!!?” She pulled away and shoved me to the wall and kissed me, again, digging her nails into me; she jumped on me and pulled me to the bed. Her legs wrapped around me so tightly, as she bit me, drawing blood.

It hurt and I was unable to breathe from the exertion and from the vice around my waist, yet I couldn’t have been more turned on… She whispered into my ear: “I own you, love.” She’s right. She did. She does… PS. This lady I write about is asleep right now and I think, after writing this, I have some follow-up commentary for her… brb This post is another in the Insom­nia Club Series, just check out the link for more infor­ma­tion. Here are some more posts and link­age from my fel­low Insomniacs. Here are some other posts for this month’s topic. I suggest you check them out. The full roster of the Insomnia Club is below for your reading pleasure.     Signup for Our Newsletter Get Us in Your Inbox! Online Dating, Sex, and Relationship Advice Tips in Your Inbox… Follow @theurbandater Like this:Like Loading…