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GLC Presents: Real WOMEN of Genius?
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GLC Presents: Real WOMEN of Genius? GLC Presents: Real WOMEN of Genius? Alas, the time has come to give the gentlemen a week off, and focus on the faults of a few choice members of the fairer sex. Today, I salute you, Ms. Teasin' Without Pleasin' You put your game face on the moment you walk into a meet and greet. Pouty lips and swaying hips are your weapons of choice, and you zero in on your unsuspecting victim like an assassin on a mission. You have absolutely no intention of going past first base with any man you meet. Hell, you aren't even planning to swing for the fence. You're here to feed your ego, to toy with the emotions of the weak-minded. Unfortunately for you, all things must inevitably come to an end. You see him, dancing alone by the wall, trying to feign some level of rhythm as you slowly make your way toward him. He sees you, and gazes upon your beauty like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Game on. You stand in front of him like the queen in a game of Chess. To you, he is but a pawn. His mind is a Boggle, trying to figure out what miracle placed you before him. He seems obviously willing to go through all sorts of Chutes and Ladders to win you over. It's a Risk he's willing to take. You turn around, bend over, and press yourself against him, making him feel like numero Uno. Just when his I wanna Poker face appears, holding on desperately to the hopes of visiting Candyland, a heart-wrenching "Sorry!", sends his hopes and dreams toppling down like Dominoes. To him, you suddenly become a mystery as equally solvable as an empty Sudoku grid. You turn around to focus your attention elsewhere, and see a man standing in front of you. He leans forward, and whispers something in your ear. The loud surroundings, coupled with the raspiness of his voice allow his words to be lost in the crowd. You pay no heed to not having understood him, but when he invites you to a game of pool, you accept. The game lasts a mere three shots, at which point you step between him and the table, sitting down facing him. You both stare momentarily into each other's eyes, and you lean forward to kiss him. When he leans in as well, you quickly, and teasingly withdraw. Your heart races as it becomes obvious that he realizes pool isn't the only game you came to play. You remember seeing him talking to another woman earlier, and in an effort to put him on the defensive, you pose the question, "Did you come here with HER tonight?" He looks you directly in the eyes and replies, "No." You rephrase the question. "You didn't drive together tonight?" His voice tone deepens slightly, and he replies, adding his own inquiry. "I said no. Are you questioning my honesty?" You reply with a firm, "Yes." He responds with a deadly calm. "Big mistake." You realize your error, and in a last effort to justify yourself, you state, "All men are liars." He seems unmoved by your opinion. "SOME men are liars because they choose to follow the rules of another. I make my OWN rules." You become a bit intrigued. "Oh? What are your rules?" He replies without a pause. "Rule number ONE. No games." You press him for more. "What about rule number two?" His next words cut you like knives. "You haven't gotten past rule number one." Two words invade your mind. You see them in big bold red letters as if on a television screen. GAME OVER. No reset option. No lives left. No continues. Like a dying warrior gasping for a last breath, you open your mouth, uttering a phrase as you would speak a curse. "Good luck with HER." I can be the man of a woman's dreams. If she will not try to destroy mine. All that time she was pretending. So much for HER happy ending. GLC |
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Well written.
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4/6/2008 9:56 am |
My dear!!! Again fine work! May I suggest for the next edition, Ms. He was mine first now im gonna start crap with his current?? lol
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I've NEVER seen that..lol
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as always incredible...right on the money! I cannot wait for each new weekly installment!!!
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4/6/2008 9:09 pm |
Mirror, mirror On the wall Tell me, tell me who is the fairest of all? Be it me, be it you, or anyone at all? When we look into that mirror we all see such different things No one is perfect even though we try to be or think we are We put on our masks With our goal being to achieve the facade to please Never letting it drop, Never letting someone get a glimpse of the perfect being inside almost forgetting the kindness we expect from all We all want to be different, When actually we need to look deeply into the mirror to actually see ourselves and the perceptions others truly have, No matter what you say, how you act, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
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4/9/2008 6:37 pm |
HMMMMM, how true that story is,, Unfortunately alot of women do this to men. And fortunately,, "REAL" women don't.... I've never played that game , no point in screwing around with my pleasure.  VeiraLicks and Kisses! 
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4/21/2008 8:49 pm |
Bitches like that actually exist? What a way to give real women a GOOD name! I've never been to an actual "Meet & Greet", but I *have* been to an HotMatch.com birthday party where I didn't know a single soul. I didn't act like my stuff doesn't stink, I made a complete ass of myself (on purpose) like I always do and had a blast and made some awesome friends. I bet you haven't seen anyone do the "hammer", sprinkler or running man in a while have you?  I think I may have tap danced too...
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LMGDFAO! BINGO! Wait,I think I know her! Ahhh everyone does
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