Monday, May 20, 2013

5/20/13 Update!

Lots of changes since my last post. Still int he same position at my job unfortunately (don't fucking get me started. More than likely a later blog post), but I am engaged, have a new car and I have a son on the way. Royal Jerome will be born on or around September 24th. No matter what things I haven't finished or accomplished that I began, I feel whole now. There are still key things missing, but I can only hope and pray for the best of those in the future. Also starting a new comedy group with a friend of mine from out here. All the crazy movie ideas I had/have will make perfect skits. I know I haven't updated so everyone who read this has probably been long gone, but I'm still going to promote the youtube series on all of my outlets. 

Speaking of which....I rejoined twitter. Why? I haven't the foggiest. After a week I almost deleted it again. Then I realized my pal and I would probably need a twitter page for the comedy group for more promotion and a way to stay connected with our fans. Tumblr has been the greatest thing ever as far as social outlets go haha. I have two different pages. One ratchet of course being myself, the other is JustMrH.tumblr.com which is just photos of...well...me. It's been called narcissistic but, 68 other people don't believe so. The only difference between it and instagram is....well there really isn't one. I probably will not get an instagram, if I do it will be when Royal is born. I've been feeling a lot better physically these days. After a workout calendar that I began at the end of January, I've kind of branched out into my own workouts. I use my phone to chronicle each months differences in my body since I've mainly been working on the core. It's put together better than the picasa photo album I have under this name, but the photo grid app I use is a bit wonky so they shots are all over the place. 

New car, 2012 black impalas nice the monte was wrecked a while back. Birthday this sunday and as a present to myself Im getting my speakers reinstalled into this car. 29 years, sheesh I'm old. I'm sure I said in my last post I'd try to post more, I have no excuses not to now with all of the time I have. I haven't been back home in almost a year and, it's been a factor. Like I feel good physically, but mentally eh... you know how it goes. I guess I'll wrap this up here. Maybe I'll have an actual topic next time as opposed to just rambling on about myself.



Friday, June 15, 2012

Tease.

I really fucking hate dick teases
and women who flirt knowing they have a situation with a boyfriend/fiance whatever. Don’t fucking go out of your way every day to rub up on me and hug on me at work then say you only want to be friends and you don’t want to fuck me or my girlfriend. Don’t make sexual comments via text then tell me your boyfriend “read your texts and doesn’t appreciate how you allow me to talk to you”, I honestly don’t give a fuck. You tell him about the pictures you sent me? You tell him how you text me while he was at work when you went to NJ to visit him or how you always text at wee hours of the fucking morning? All in all, I hate to be a nigga, but if you ain’t giving up the pussy LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. My dick doesn’t have the time.


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Crutch




I get a little more than pissy when I'm used. Like I hate when people want me only as a crutch. Just enough to get over their physical injuries or emotional woes then never talk to me again or limit conversation. People who only contact me when they're in need of help. Won't respond to texts or IMs unless someone hurt you emotionally, or you need a favor or assistance or someone to keep you company while your body heals. People who visit just to pass time then once they're better off they don't hit you up or return any form of communication. Like I'm not the one who fucked you over and have you feeling shitty about yourself or the one who broke your collar bone or the one who controlled your life to the point where you had no place to live. I'm the one who sat with you and calmed you down, I'm the one who was there for you and helped you out and around while you convalesced, I'm the one who offered you somewhere to stay. I'm steady treated like I'm everyones fucking emotional nurse, then afterward never any general or casual conversation, unless it all occurs again. They just expect me to be that support they need. Sick of that shit and I refuse to do it anymore. Miss me with all of it. I'm cutting a ton of folks off and out.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Control


Obviously I can't complain because I'm guilty of it as well, but what is it with people letting other people treat them shitty and control their lives? Like...this person is oppressing you...and you keep them on a pedestal. I know of way too many people who go through this. I've sat with them during the pain, tears and sometimes suicidal moments. The agony they put themselves through for someone who can care less about them. This attracts you? This is what you think "love" is? People say its 'daddy issues' and other factors but I've seen women/men with great backgrounds fall into this pit. Do you think you can change that person? As much hurt as they cause, why would/do you stay? I've been there, giving my all to someone, holding them in high regard when they shit all over me. What did I do? Clean the shit off and keep going, keep trusting and keep loving. Why I did it was because I thought I saw the good in a woman or I accepted it all as karma from the horrid things I've done in the past. This was of course until I realized that I didn't need to sacrifice myself to pay penance. We all need to wake up. one or two good days don't make up for the months of torment. I have a friend now TRAPPED in a marriage, always wrecking her brain about what to do. Why work so hard for a person who could care less whether you're happy or miserable, living or breathing. Stop squandering your physical and mental power on another when you could be bettering yourself.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Change

Been a while since I posted. I was told to get back to it. So much has gone n though I didn't ever think I would be back to normal. Fuck, I still don't think I am. I still have this sense or worry or doubt. I know it isn't good but the shits still there. I thought that when a change occurs it was for the better? I don't know, seems like that as a person, I have changed for the worst in my eyes. I mean, I don't know how the hell I can even consider my screen names as factual, evilth1rt3en. I'm the most nicest fucking considerate person you'll ever know now. I hate this shit. I said two years ago moving to the East Coast has made me soft. I can't honestly even call myself an asshole anymore. Some people might read this and think of it as good. You know, I'm getting older, more mature, growing up. I'm not comfortable with it. Not saying I want to be this bitter evil villain or what not, but I can't say I'm honestly happy with the me I have become. There's some good in it however, my tempter, while still fiery as fuck, has calmed down a lot more. I don't flip out over as many things as I used to. Granted I will still fuck someone up in a heartbeat. I try to think of the consequences more so now than in the past. Still working so thats good, gettin paid less because of an issue with student loans but that's a whole nother topic. Got rid of my twitter. The shit was just boring. I outgrew it. Shit had'nt been fun REALLY since 2009. Too much annoying shit taking place. Lost a dip me and my girl had over some thirsty nigga/ex-coworker who I considered a friend to soon. Got into a car accident last June, I hate the fucking car I have now so much you don't know. I think that aslo has something to do with my moods as of late. Signing off right now, just wanted to give a quick update. I thank everyone who has been reading for as long as they have. There will be much more to come. Feel free to comment on or pass along any of my older posts.


Ryan

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Ungrateful



no matter what i do, it'll never be any good
i built you a house from my bones, you hate the neighborhood+
invested my hearts savings to your love bank in the rain
what happened? you complained that there was too much change+
i donated blood to you and you alone ignoring my lust
you weren't satisfied because it wasn't enough+
i used my veins as the reigns to strengthen the control
of the horse leading the carriage, you hated bumps in the road+
i tried to keep sanity navigating this relationship
you had no regrets when you abandoned ship+
so here i stand with the wheel in my hands
sinking into a sea of doubt while you wade in the sand+

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Mistake?




I dont want to say thats what it is, but looking ahead that's what it felt like. Like, I made one and I dont want to make it again, but it seems I'm right on that road. I honestly thought these angry depressed funks were done in 2009. When I thought I'd found everlasting happiness. There would be no more depressed moods, or sadness. I was wrong however. I thoought that the END meant the END. All those feelings would be gone and unnecessary, but I didnt take into account more bullshit. I dont want to use having a child as an outlet for happiness. The last time I tried to have an outlet that fell under my feet. Now I have so much shit failing on me. Emotion, financial, just Life. Funny how years ago I thought just working would cure what ailed me. Nope. Of course there'd be more shit shoveled. Why is it that we always wish we could go back and change things? I honestly wish I had the foresight to not make these reckless decisions over and over. Apparently they'll continue though. I dont want to think of having a child as a mistake. I mean true it does have the possibility of going two ways, but again, when I think positive of something it almost never comes to fruition. So there's that. Then its all the financial shit. I bet once that's all situated (IF it gets situated) I'm still going to end up shitty in the long run I just need a fucking release man. I've been under pressure and stress and shit before, this isn't new. The magnitude however is much different than before. Like, I truly can't with this shit. Drinking does nothing, I learned that in the past when I lived that fast young life. You can only wish everyone grows up at the same speeds but they do not. Everytime I feel a way, I'm right. As I blogged about before, I honestly wish I wasn't but I am. I just need a fucking break. My head feels like it's going to melt. This shit is too much. I just want peace of mind..hell even a piece of a sane mind. Anything to bring me to ease. I feel like no matter what I can't relax. I should't have to feel like I'm always on the look out or weary of goings on around me. I'm not taking anyones medication so that shit's out. Zoloft or whatever the fuck, then I'll have anal leakage and be trying to kill myself. No, I need some form of stress relief. Sex used to be it in the past, but honestly, that doesn't do it for me anymore either. I just need something. I want to be calm. I want to be cared for truly. I want to be respected and considered. I want my monetary issues to be resolved. I know about speaking things into being, but I sorta feel shitty about this situation with this loan. If they deny me then what? $14,000 left to be raped from my checks, hell maybe less after I file my taxes finally. I want to be positive, but I need help, support. Genuinely.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

May 14th 2011

So I don't over think as much as I thought I do. Now I'm waiting and harping on all that's occurred. In my life, relationship, and at work. Reflecting on things that were done and said and what I believed the meanings to be true. How to continue. No matter what I won't be satisfied. There will always be doubts and I wish it wasn't so. Would they protect me this much if I fell ill at work? Or would they dump me off like a quarter store abortion clinic, much like how the casino did. Work eithic and work quality don't stand for shit. Believing now that they never did. All they want is the best worker ao that they can deplete him and then move on to the next work horse. How much was truth and will be truth now? Thr tension in the air everywhere is unbearable. I don't have an escape. My "escape rope" theory from the past was a bad idea. Karmatic actions, fate, or pure hatred. How do I know what I'm doing is sufficient? If acknowledged, how will I know that its genuine? Do I fit in....period? Am I wanted? Am I wanted for anything more than my youth, or skill? I asked for all of this. The same way almost all of mt blogs end...ultimately I'm in control and I allow whatever occurs. 10 years have passed, and I have absolutely no sense of accomplishment. Plans I had, differed by bad decisions and bad decisions not made by me have negated so much. I feel stagnant, unsupported, and just...here. Maybe I am unworthy for everything I want from my job and relationship and life in general. So I soldier on. Just because.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Bothered?

I really hate people who stunt. Like SERIOUSLY, if you have an issue or problem with me, don't bullshit about it. Be a real man or woman and tell me. Walking around ignoring me or being a dick will get you nowhere. If I notice it and I'm in my assholish mood, i'll fuck around and CONTINUE irritating your ass. If its another thing I cant stand its people who complain that I'm bugging or bothering them...when you haven't even come to me. I PROMISE & GUARANTEE I'll leave you the fuck alone if you tell me. Don't just up and act shitty though, that'll fuck around and make me hate you. Like period. I swear some folks just like having the thrill of saying "ugh so and so keep textin and callin me, always bothering me...like get a hint" FUCK THAT. Say what you gotta say to me. I'll never bother you again in LIFE. Realest of speech. I'm a grown ass man who doesn't have time for childish pussy ass guessing games. Do yourself a favor.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

A Day

Can I have a day?
One day where I'm first?
A day of acknowledgment and admiration?
My very own day where I'm thought of?
A day where I am appreciated and its shown by action, not empty words?
Where time is spent the way I wanted?
I'm catered to instead of vice versa?
The love I give is reciprocated, genuinely?
Nothing is done out of dread or fear?
A day where I don't feel like I'm just being used?
I'm not expected to do tasks that I really don't have to, but I do in fear of even more rejection and neglect?
A day of respect?
A day where this is done from genuine compassion, not because favors are expected to be returned?
A day where all of this occurs, just because?
Not because it is mentioned?
Just one day?
Not because its my birthday or any special occasion?
If that's too much, I'll accept an hour.
If that's still too much, a minute.
A second, where it can be my day, and I will be the alpha and omega of that day.


My day.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

So I came back after 9 months....

Stated it briefly on twitter, but I learned a lot in these few days being back at home after 9 months. People have changed for the better and worst. I'm deeply saddened that I couldn't see everyone and do all the things I wanted to do (get souvenirs, food, record music, hang out), but some people.....ya'll need to do better. I still wont be an asshole and name names and all of that, but some people are still stagnant from 9 months ago when I left. You don't want better from your life? I mean you are in control of EVERY situation that you are in. You can DO better. Stop being afraid. Get up and do. Can't complain about shit that you can change. At least not to me anyway. I don't want to hear the shit. There's no way that you can be content. I can see how miserable you are in your actions/text/speech. You need to be fearless. Explore life. Try new things. DO new things.  I love everyone here, friends and fam, so I want you to want to do better. I left EVERYTHING, for love. Not knowing what was next, not knowing where I was going, but I was out. Enjoying my life. Making moves toward a better life. Not in the same stew, with the same repetitive actions. My sister came up with this slogan for me, I am still debating getting it tattooed on me, but it fits so perfectly. "No Failure, for the Fearless" There is no failure for someone who is actually active in their life. You can't sit back and wait for shit to happen. Life isn't as long as you'd think. The same way when you were a kid and you SCREAMED "I can't wait to be an adult" and everyone told you to pump your brakes and enjoy childhood. Now you're an adult, you look back like....fuck. I wish I would've done that. I had a few good talks while I was here. Some were uplifting and some were saddening. Made me realize a lot. Happy that I have made the decisions I have and have the goals and plans that I do. I've probably blogged this before, I WANT to help everyone but I know I can't. It wasn't all sadness though. It was nice seeing my brother again after all this time. Coming back in August to be in his wedding. That's gonna be weird lol I wont be gone as long as before because I am employed now. So the faces of love I once left won't be sad as they were before. They had no idea of when or IF I would ever return. I felt like I could have drowned in all of the tears shed for me. It's a huge burden off of my soul to know that I won't cause that kind of hurt in people I care about again. The family and friends will visit me and Candi in VA soon. Everything is still going according to goal :D So as I sign off, from the computer in my parents extra room/my niece and nephew's room/my old room, I am excited for all of the new things that are coming to fruition. Hopefully the next blog is from my macbook pro lol

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

1/19/11

wow. what the fuck has been going on in my life lol things are much better than they were before, not perfect but much better. i realized last night trying to get a track list together of things to record....that all my songs are sad as fuck. not like suicidal sad, but the tone. i have hardly ANY exciting or fun filled songs. like, i was really going through all that? makes me sad all over again realizing it right now. i want to be jovial, but how can I with shit like pipe dreams, listen to me, and natural high? i don't wanna record that shit. its fuckin depressing. not to mention the kind of shit people like to listen to nowadays anyway deters me from it. I've admitted it to myself and a few others, but never open like this. Im not cocky, but i know im dope. I just feel like, what's the point really? i mean im good at it, but i honestly don't see this as something i really want to do anymore. Could be the lack of outlets talking. I mean it's been years. That shit weighs down on you. Along with all the other problems in life. I don't know though. I've been in this funk several times before. Snapped out of it once I felt inspired. But now, I'm honestly not sure what I want. All I ever hear now os garbage and talentless people. Do I really wanna prove to people I don't know or give a fuck about that I'm better than them? I mean its not hard. So many factors and shit. Who knows how long this will last. On top of it all, I still feel like I'm number 4 or 5 on the list. I know my blogs were supposed to get better but, lack of support and outlets, I gotta say how I really feel. what a way to start off the year right?

Sunday, December 19, 2010


Real Love leaves no room for inference
Real Love leaves no room for doubt
Real Love leaves no room for question
Real Love doesn't care about clout
Real Love brings joy instead of pain
Real Love means they care
Real Love blossoms not wilts
Real Love is a high I never want to come down from
Don't shake my tree.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Happiness is still elusive to me
No matter what choices I make or decisions I see
I forever pick the wrong one always outdone
By hatred & jealousy from people who're always on one
I just try to be peace like Ree said
But every time I close my eyes I can see red
And they test cuz they think its all gravy
Smoother than velvet or softer than a baby
It hurts hard when you relinquish trust
and its pummeled, spat on and tossed in the dust
Why plot on the inside? 
Supposed to be a unit but there's always a divide
Is this really what your life has brought you?
Lonely because you close off the world in your cubicle
Give em all that they want and more till you're sore
Still ending up short cuz you seem to be a bore
Then it changes so quick
The synapses in my brain can't move that quick
You mean to tell me the monetary change
Makes for a new life and anger is estranged?
That act is deranged you passed all the bullshit
Grown as fuck so now you guess you gotta pull it
Back to the old days being what it was
But smarter for the ware and much deeper in love
Give it all away like Jesus asked us
Maybe then we can understand the sad stuff
 
Better.

Friday, December 10, 2010

12/9 Thoughts and Reflections (Spaz pt. 2)

   I decided to begin to write more freely. Granted my blog initially started from anger, but after a while it formed into a way for me to express myself free from judgment. Then it became something that was used against me. In the sense that...EVERYTHING I wrote was mistaken to be directed to an individual, which caused me to shelter and censor my blogs. No way for the mind to work. Especially not my mind. With that I wanted to talk a little about a realization I had today. The down side to me being a laughy, joke cracking person is that people don't take me seriously or always think I'm a joke. Soft or weak even, couldn't be more inaccurate. This probably adds to that thing I hate where I speak and someone cuts me off or no ones listens. 10/10 I'm right though. Then they end up looking like a fucking idiot. Im not that much of an asshole to laugh in their faces about it. Not anymore anyways. I just sit back and enoy the car wreck. As it happens again, and again, and again. I've unbelievable anger issues too. My God, if any of my thoughts were spit from the mouth, raw as their creation, sheesh. Even though I can control my mouth, I'm just glad there's no crime against thoughts.

   I wish I didn't have to spaz(insert link) to show how I can be. I mean, I am an adult after all. NOT hauling off and smacking or punching people is what has kept me out of jail most of my life. That and mother wit. I'm very unstable, you wont find many people who will admit to this or who do admit to it but say so for dramatic effect. I mean it in no joking manner or just something to say. I fucking mean it. I've been through so much shit in my life physically but mainly emotionally that has me at the edge. I don't know what will be the catalyst, I just hope I can snap and get it over with before my children are born. I don't want this for them or for them to ever have to see this side of their father. Or to have me ever unleash it on them. As I said in a previous blog maybe I do over think things often, but my mind(insert link) is a motherfucker. I also hate that I'm privy (insert link) to many things. I don't know if people don't care and choose not to hide shit. That they're that bold to do shit in your face to see a reaction. Or if they're that careless and stupid. Either way, I can't sit idly and be poked at like I won't jap the fuck out. All it takes is that one time to show and prove. In my case however that one time IS the end all be all. I don't ever hope to unleash it. But I'm tested. Oh boy am I tested. I get people doing shit that others have been hospitalized for less. Disrespect in my face, blatant comments and actions. Like a cattle prod and a fucking bull. I'd try meditation, but I lack patience. I need instant gratification. Instant relief, and fucking whomever up is the only recourse I honestly have. Nope, I suck it all in and smile. Act oblivious. I know its making it worse, but what other choice do I have? I mentioned today on my twitter how I deal with so much bullshit and cuntfuckery daily that it's probably good that I never won the lottery or fell into a large sum of money. I'd disappear faster than anyone could fathom lol I joked the other day with a friend about their being a vacation spot away from life, besides jail, unemployment, and suicide lol Just somewhere to rest from EVERYTHING. Unemployed doesn't work because then all you can do is stress about not having money. Well I would/did/do for that matter. For maybe a month or so. Doubt I'd be fully healed, but I may be rested enough to handle al the extra shit bags and smiles I'm dealt. Does no good talking to people or the problems directly either. More issues and stress ALWAYS come from that. Got to be leery of helping hands people. No such thing. People either want to be nosy, patronize, or add on. Sex helps my sanity though....but i'll save that blog everyone has been waiting for for later.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Lazy.


I ignore fat people who eat uncontrollably, never exercise and complain about their weight. Every new year that's the resolution for many. I even ignore people who are unemployed, who spend their free time smoking weed instead of finding a decent job. I ignore people who constantly complain about their lives but do nothing to better themselves. Laziness. Its horrible. Nothing in this world is free or falls into your lap. I've always been a firm believer in the idea that you can only help someone so much until they have to decide to help themselves. Now lets look at that. Decide, why would you have to decide to do better in your life? Putting forth action and effort is a deterring feat for most people who fall into the "lazy" category. Another instance is people who make horrible decisions. I've always considered myself a good friend, and hopefully I am considered the same by my friends.  I will be there, but I can't sit and keep watching you falter or fall for the same shit over and over again. It's laziness to just go with what you want after asking for advice you knew you weren't going to follow. Many female friends of mine have had relationship issues and their plight has been being lazy and deciding to settle. It also fucking sucks when people are so lazy that they just agree with what you're saying just to shut you up rather than listen so they can understand your point of view. This happens in many areas. Families, Friends, Relationships and the work place. These are the same ones who are always quick to judge and never place themselves in that persons shoes. A lot of people know damn well that if a situation was reversed they'd feel completely different about it. Time has to be taken out and situations must be accessed. Laziness is a disease that's festered and affected the lives of many people. It saddens me watching lives crumble because of it. Understandably I'm different from many people, but I won't tolerate it. I want better in my life so I go for it. Sometimes I am motivated and sometimes I am not, but I get it done. Whatever it may be.

Monday, November 1, 2010

A New Horizon.



Wow. It's been a while right? Almost a year anniversary in a few weeks.
For the blog and myself & Candi =]. I've really come full circle too. My
life has picked up like I prayed and worked so hard for it to. I have a
wonderful job, a beautiful woman by my side, and finances are almost in
order. Everything is good. I've gone from working the grave shift at CVS
making dirt, to working the early bird at Apple. I've been so busy with
work that I haven't had the time to update here, let alone get in contact
with family and friends. It's like that sometimes though. When you truly
commit to something and you're focused on doing better. We're also moving in a
few weeks. From a house Maryland to a condo in Virginia. I had only realized maybe
two weeks ago that my life is secretly where I've always wanted it...RIGHT
NOW. Dream job, beautiful area to live on the East Coast, only one thing
left. Waiting on news about that though lol Anyhow, this is just a small update. New blogs coming soon! So many exciting things in my life, I gotta break 'em down and share them with you all.


Cya [=


-Ryan H (TH1RT3EN)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Horoscope

Normally these are a crock of bullshit but....well lol



GEMINI Sep, 09, 2010

If you are feeling unappreciated it's about time, Gemini! Actually, what that means is that it's about time you started to notice that someone isn't treating you very well. This is someone you may have bent over backwards to please, and done everything in your power to satisfy. Still, though, this individual doesn't seem to recognize or respect your efforts. Let it be known how you feel, and if things don't change, it may be time to move on and share your time with someone who adores you and shows it.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

That bitch.....crazy?



A friend of mine asked, generally, "What goes through a guys mind when your first talking to them?" She knew sex was a given, but wondered if there was a specific list. I told her the honest truth. "It all depends on the type of guy he is." Vague, but true. Being that I have been all kinds of every guy in my lifetime, I broke it down even further. There's a guy who wants to fuck you, immediately, but will try to be patient and take his time with you. Let's call him the heart breaker. Doing everything you want (dates, etc.) until he gets his chance. He'll do the extreme. Meet your family, befriend your friends, and sucker you into a relationship. He'll even go so far as to tell you he loves you....if it can get him some pussy. Which often results in "Man, that bitch crazy!". I'll elaborate more on that statement later. In real life he's fucking other chicks until you're ready. Then you have the guy who's sweet and sensitive and is genuinely attracted to you. Sex is the furthest from his mind because hes interested more so in your MIND. Let's call him Mr. Right. You can tell him by phone calls, and texts when he says he will, also by the style of conversation. Has he mentioned sex at all within knowing you three weeks? Often not. If sex is brought up he will change the subject, simply because he isn't interested in that aspect of you yet. This is the guy most women THINK they want. By the end however he's too emotional for you and can be portrayed as 'soft'. Then there's the guy who wants to fuck. Bold. Out there. Plain and simple. Cut and dry. He's the reason all men are mislabeled "Dog ass nigga". Hell, He'll tell you from jump himself. In fact, he believes if he doesn't fuck you or get head on your first encounter, then you're a waste of time to him. On to the next. This guy has issues from past relationships which causes his tolerance and trust in the opposite sex to be null and void. Initially, not necessarily for the sake of my daughter, but I hindsight I'm glad I did, I have been all of the above men. Some men are a mixture of the aforementioned, some are just one. Being that I have been all of the above listed, my daughter will know what to watch out for. I'll start in reverse order.
     The "Dog" as women so vehemently call him, was made this way because he was once Mr. Right. He had been taken advantage of one too many times. Treated like shit by women he's loved, and tolerated it only because he wanted them to be happy. After losing trust for all women he became the ultimate asshole. This works in his favor, simply because 90% of the time, women like assholes. He's primal. Lets sex be the end all be all. Nothing more than wondering where the next mouth or new pussy is coming from. He could be an no good unemployed stay at home nigga with a few baby mommas, or he could be a semi wealthy, well respected businessman. The attitude toward sex in general is the easiest way to spot him. Many women think all men are like this, but they misconstrue.
     Mr. Right, he's laid back. Respectful. He was raised to treat a woman correctly and comes from a good upbringing. This is the guy most women think they want. He's often too sensitive for many womens tastes. Not to the effect that won't defend them when time permits, but that he's overly emotional in the relationship. Some women feel as if they are the man and he's the woman. He cares for them more than anything. Sacrificing everything for the sake of their happiness. Sometimes heart breakers or dogs fall into this category when they see the big picture. No one wants to be alone for the rest of their life. If he was a heart breaker, he'll deal with all bullshit a woman outs him through, sacrificing his manhood, simply for Karmatic effect. He feels he must go through this to atone for all the wrong hes caused in his life. The same for the dog. In the end he ends up alone because he doesn't have that edge that women want.
     Now for the Heart Breaker. Mr. I'm going to do or say whatever it takes to fuck THAT particular woman. This is often the cheater in a relationship. He's the most extreme. No matter what it takes, he's going to fuck you if that's what he wishes. Even if he has to make you his girlfriend and be with you for months or years. This is the real snake. The one who sends you head over heels, then when he's had his fill, he drops you. Which often is the case when he shouts to his boys, friends, and the police "Get her! Man, that bitch crazy!" I'm not saying every woman is insane. Often times she isnt though. Its not her fault, all she did was love and care for someone who constantly let her down or gave her the world only to snatch it from beneath her. You sir, caused this on your own. There are certain things you don't say/do to get what you want. Especially if you can't or have no plans to deliver on it. This causes a woman to lose it or be "crazy" as you put it in most situations. Sometimes though, the bitch really is just crazy lol
     At any rate I just wanted some clarification to be had, simply because I'm tired of good guys getting bad raps from women based on unfair generalization. This blog is for women single or in a relationship, but also for dudes who may be struggling for questions as to why women act how they do or what kind of man they are. Everyone wants to be perfect for someone in one way or another. I guess the right formula has to be figured out. Be leery of your actions however, you may cause the opposite reaction of what you're looking for. It's possible for men to make their own decision of the kind of man they want to be, but if treated a certain way by a woman....he may become something else. As many of my reader may want to know, "You said you were all three at one point, which are you now?"





I guess.......you'd have to ask my girlfriend after she's read this blog. [: