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Whore Of The World

Does A Women's Past Matter? More than you think! From gals who like to party hard to 35 year old single women still thinking they are "young" and can get a husband. Read on! This blog is a wake up call to millions of men who need to see between the lines--and always judge a women by her past!!

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Why Career Women Are Guaranteed Whores Of The World

A 9-5 day usually does not start at 9 for career women. It starts at 6:30.

They wake up, take a shower, blow dry their hair, blow their flavors of the month, go back to washing their hair because their flavor of the month got "some" on their hair, they quickly use some deodarant, they don't make breakfast for their flavor of the month, they don't even bother making breakfast for themeselves, they hurry to work, drive through a Starbucks, order a Latte and croissant, and run into their morning meeting with the boss. Off course if they are working a short skirt they are usually hard on candy for the rest of the corporate types and mail room boys.

They go back to their offices, plug in their laptops, check their email, delete their email, work on a project, and at 12 noon they go to lunch in some public place and attract every guy there. Someone actually dares to ask them for a number, which they give out because they only have a flavor of the month. Now they have the flavor of the month, and the commodities trader they are riding.
What does all of this mean?

Very simple. They are controlled by work, so in fact part of them feels enslaved. In turn they turn off their emotions because work is number one, and a serious relationship, well, that does not even compute.

Then there are all the after hours office parties, the holiday parties with spiked punch, and even worse, traveling for the job.

Guys, do you think if your gal goes on a business trip and checks into a hotel, you don't think she is watching pornos or screwing the marketing VP. Off course she is!

So, my advice still stands. Don't date corporate types: executives, lawyers, accountants at Big 5 firms, consultants, real estate agents (more on that next time). Stick with someone who is trying to save the world: artist, school teacher, painter for kids with disabilities.

Because career minded women only care about getting to the top, getting topped, and disregarding natural feelings and commiting to a relationship. How could they? They are too emotionally drained to be commited and only have enough energy left for quickie sexcapades.

Til after gobble gobble day.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

"How many guys have you been with"

"Umm..Well, my past is not important.."

Correction. It is VERY important. Especially if you are pushing 28, work in the corporate world, you don't get along with your father, you were in a sorority (or at least you wanted to be in one), you went away for college, you are an Aquarius, you live in your own condo, you travel extensively for work, you have no problem dating a few guys at the same time and refer to it as "seeing" someone, you know exactly what kind of hard liquor to order at a restaurant without feeling "lost" in the menu, you are a Gemini, you get bikini waxes every week, you still like to go out with your friends to bars until 3 a.m (even though you are over 24), you spent a semester overseas for high school, college, you are a Sagittarius, or even worse, you actually lived in a romantic country like Spain, France, Italy, or anywhere in South America, and you don't consider oral sex to be sex.

I love women. Seriously, the way they look, smell, walk, talk, kiss, eat, workout, do yoga, cook, clean, f**k, and all the good stuff.

What is concerning to me and to millions of chumps and suckers around the world who actually accept a women's past prior to entering a relationship is that with women's power came freedom. With freedom came jobs. With jobs came careers. With careers, came a lack of being a "lady" and being more like a sexual power point presentation. Where sex is nothing but a release, kind of like brushing your teeth with baking soda and flossing with tea trea oil dental floss.

Yes, ladies, its time Old School guys are ready for a resurrection. Not the kind where we will knock on doors with pictures of Heysus and a few biblical or other preachy material under our armpits.

What my rant and lunacy will be all about is to educate millions of men all over the world that they should inspect a women's sexual past with an electron microscope. With divorcee rates as high as 60%, a lot of people are wondering what's going on. Its actually simpler than it looks.

Guy meets girl. He lies to himself that he's in love because he is insecure, has a little cash, or thinks just because she slept with him on the first date, he'll get that for eternity. She thinks she'll score him for a few brownie points because she's already been around the penis factory so many times, she knows she isn't a spring chicken. They say "I do's" and a few years later when her tiny little waistline balloons (as what happens with most "hot chicks"), he is checking out other women, cheating on her, she starts to cheat on him, and voila. Divorice Court.

Well, its not that twisted as I make it out to be. Actually its quiet worse for some. And it all starts with where a women has been sexually.

See, most guys don't realize this, and here is a big wake up call, if you meet a girl who tells you that her past doesn't matter, or she references her life story and background as any of the events listed in paragraph 1 that pretty much self-define her sexual proclivities, eventually, she'll ruin your life in one way or another. Let me explain.

I am not saying people should be virgins. Far from it. What I am referencing is that when a women starts to really overdo it in terms of sex, is she really doing it for someone, or her own greedy selfish reasons. She is basically on an orgasm marathon to win. And win big I may add. Thus, her innate persona is to take and to get for herself alone. So if a sucker comes along and she decides to retire her multiple partner adventures for him and marriage, in theory she can no longer "WIN" and take for herself in terms of erotica. So she needs to find a new way of winning, and taking. And this usually starts to manifest itself in the form of "Honey, can you buy me a $1000 Fendi purse. Don't You Love me?". Or, "Baby, You know how we are getting married soon. I really want a a BMW".

By now I know I am probably headed for the cover of "Misogynistic Magazine". But my eloquent prose here has nothing to do with bashing women. Its to bring back the days of chivalry, courtly love, passion without conditions, love and marriage without it feeling like a business arrangement, and of course being the world's foremost radar on what signs to look for in a woman that might make her be "whore of the world". Think of this site as a wake-up call to today's society and to Old School Guys who wants a classy, strong, yet loving women by their side.

Enjoy The Ride!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Is Oral Sex Really Sex? Inquiring Minds Need To Know!

"How many Guys have you been with"

"What do you mean?"

"Look, if you come clean with me now, I promise I will be able to handle this and accept it. But if I find out in six months that there was some blow job that you conveniently forget about, you're done"

"I don't think oral sex is counted as sex"

And those words were enough to know she was out before I even dropped her back at her place.

To me, I think Oral Sex does count as sex. And you know what. I think its even worse. Its more personal, its filthier, dirtier, and its something that a lot of "whores of the world" conveniently forget about. See, good girls, usually don't blow guys until they dated them for six months, slept with them first, and then eased in to the whole fellatio thingie. "Whores Of The World" , well, they have turned oral sex into a post-dinner kiss.

Remember in high school when you got all excited that you kissed a potential girlfriend on the third or fourth date for like a minute and were blue balled for a week after that? Well, nowadays, I think a lot of women would rather perform oral sex on a man at the end of a first date, than kiss him. Their thinking is that with kissing, its personal, passionate, romantic, and may get them to be attached. With a quick BJ after they downed a few Cosmopolitans, its no big deal. Its a quick hummer, an explosive finish, and is usually kept as a dirty dark secret.

Now, I don't know about you, but this kind of thing really tortures me. Can you imagine meeting what you think is the love of your life, you go out, you get intimate, she tells you she has only been with three guys, you have a sigh of relief, then she tells you she blew like 20 but those didn't count. At first, you think you can accept it. But the moor you date her and look in her eyes, you start to keep focusing on her mouth, her tongue, her teeth, and how filthy she must have been to have done such a dirty deed. See, the worst part is not so much that she actually gave head, the worst part is what lead up to it. The imagery there is enough for a stroke.

A guy picks her up on a date, she gets into his car, they have small talk, he takes her to dinner, orders a bottle of wine because he knew exactly what he was doing, they laugh, they flirt, and then they say its time to go. They get back into his car, which he probably parked behind some meat packing building by some train tracks, he leans and kisses her. At first, its soft, then she gets really into it. She maybe doesn't want to sleep with him, but she wants to see him again for a free dinner. So from the kissing, he massages her a little bit, and before he knows it, she's on her own doing what she loves. That's just horrible. There are so many question that follow? Did she spit? Did she swallow? Did she laugh after she did? did she slowly get up and smile and kiss him? Did anything get on her hair? And here is the worst part. Is the purse she has with her now, the same one she had when she did this defiled act? What about her hair? Did he put his hand on her head. Did she take her time? Did she go fast, slow, medium speed?

These are all the mentally torturous things that guys should never accept. In fact, they should always be suspicious of women who say "We went out a few times but nothing happened". Because believe me, something did, except they don't count it.

So remember, oral sex does count, and if you hear or see any signs, get rid of her. And ladies, how about saving your tonsils for someone that is special and not for every Tom, Joe, and Blake because you are insesure and want to be liked.

Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

"Last night I went on a date with someone I promised myself I would never go on a date: a lawyer".

Now don't get me wrong, I work with lawyers but my "whore of the world" radar always told me that the following types of women should NEVER ever be dated. The following list is not in a particular order:

police officers
women who want to be executives in companies
models (unless they are 18 and you break them in and accompany them to all
photo shoots and auditions)
pharmaceutical sales reps (do you want to date someone who is hanging out with single doctors all day)
doctors (unless they were with kids ONLY)


The list goes on and on

If this lawyer, however, worked for a non-profit organization to help people and was making $36,000 a year, then it would be okay to date her since she isn't doing this to be a power hungry money grubber who'd make you sign a pre-nup.

No, this was the kind of female lawyer that if you were to put on a pair of blindfolds and feel under the table, you'd think you were on a date with your high school football coach.

The first sign I had that this was a possible "whore of the world" was that she lived in the City, yet wanted me to pick her up from her parent's house in the suburbs. I really was curious why a 28 year old gal wanted me to be introduced to her parents on our first date. Off course I knew the real reason was she wanted to give me the impression of a "good girl" so I decided to put on my sucker hat and go with it.

As I rang her door bell, the first thing that greeted me was the loud barking of a dog. The door opens and its her mother trying top shoo away an Afghan Sheepdog.

Then her father steps into the picture and I was looking for a hint of a smile, but I saw right there and then that my future date must hate him secretly as much as I did. Which means daddy issues. Which means lots of secret blow jobs in high school in parked cars that I will never know about and she will never count. Which further means, lots of sex in college and even worse, college professors in law school. Yikes!

So I went inside and my date was nowhere in sight, apart from me hearing her voice "I'll be ready in two minutes". So I went inside and her mother and father grilled me with the kind of questions usually saved when you get engaged to someone. Off course daddy's little girl was 28, so in their minds, I was the one after three minutes.

45 minutes later, my "whore of the world" emerged from her old bedroom. God, I am scared to think how many filthy sexual acts she must have done in her bedroom when her parents were at Church--or At synagogue cause she was a Jew broad. A member of the tribe. An heiress to King David. Well, not--

So my princess and I parted ways with her parents and we got in my car. Well, first I opened the door for her and she went inside . Do you think Ms. JAP leaned over and unlocked the door on my side for me to get in? Nope. She's history. She's gone. Ring, ring. "Whore Of The World"

So the second I turn on the ignition. The cell phone goes off. Not mine. But hers. That pig. See, "whore of the world" is a criminal lawyer and she needs to take collect calls from a few rapists and armed robbers from county jail. Very spiritual vibes here. After about 40 minutes of driving to our restaurant, she finally turns the cell off and says "sorry. business. I promise I will direct all my energies to you"

At the restaurant we are looking at our menus and I ask what she wants. She says she is undecided, but as soon as our waitress comes over she decides to order the shrimp cobb salad, Chilean sea bass, and off course she orders a bottle of wine. A bottle of wine. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not cheap. But I have known her for a total of 45 minutes, actually 5 since I got to know her prison bitches on the drive over more than her. But if she was a good groomed classy down to earth gal, a glass of wine would do. Perhaps iced tea would even be better. But a bottle of very expensive wine. She has no clue what I am plotting against her at this point.

So I try to have a conversation with her, wine comes in, she downs it like apple juice (Note: women who have a high tolerance to alcohol are usually ex-sorority sluts or went on a lot of vacations to Mexico with their boyfriends where they drank mimosas and fucked liked rabbits and you'll never know about this unless you dig deep).

We talk about everything and nothing since I try to ask her what her favorite movie is, ADD dunce that she is switches the conversation to how she won some domestic battery case.

So I waited until "whore of the world" was a little buzzed and then I went in for the kill. "Do you think a person's past matters" I ask her.

She was a little dazed and said "what do you mean". I said using my refined Jedi mind trick to make it sound like it was all about me and not her" Would you date a guy who slept with a lot of women?" She said, "Well, what do you think is a lot".

"Whore Of the World" , if she was a good girl, should have said--"hell no", instead she referenced her own subconscious mind that gave her flashbacks to her numerous partners.

I said "Well--personally to me it doesn't matter, but a high number is fifty or sixty women" Then "whore of the world" said "hmm. That's not a lot. I mean, from 'personal' experience I really dont think numbers matter. All that matters is that you are with some one today and that's it"/

I couldn't wait for the check to come fast enough. As it did, a good girl would at least offer to pay knowing that I would. "Whore of the World" didn't even bother and watched me calculate the tip.

As I dropped her in front of her condo and not her parent's house, I lied to her and said " I had a great time we should do this again". She said she would love to see me next week but she need to check her schedule.

We hugged and she left. Little did she know that I plotted against her to never see her again. And guys, if any girl or women tells you she needs to check her schedule, that's a "whore of the world". A good girl would just say "Sure, how about Friday".

See "checking schedule" means she has 6 other dates, friends with favors, or after work cocktail parties with lots of other men.

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