“C’mon,” she texts back. ?an you blame them for ogling?”

She gets the joke immediately.

If she had sent me a text that men were ogling her chest, it would not have been funny. It could have been true.

The other way around? Not so much.

Why is it ridiculous when I say it but not when she does?

Neko Case, once voted by Playboy as the Sexiest Babe in Indie Rock, is now 40 years old.

She laments that female rock stars don’t get groupies, unlike their male counterparts.

“No, ladies in bands don’t get ANY action,” she says. A chorus of female rock stars chimes in to agree with her.

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This post is from my good friend Cory Skyy.

Steve is different than most guys out there.

Steve and I are at a small dance club. Several cute girls are dancing up against him, just having a good time. I’m not surprised.

We’ve been dancing for a while. I need some fresh air so I grab him and we go outside.

On our way back in, I see a few cute girls standing over at a table near the bar. We position ourselves next to them.

Within minutes I’m talking to one of the girls. Steve is talking to one of her friends. We’re laughing and joking around about silly stuff, just getting to know one another.

Pretty soon, the girl with Steve is all over him, touching him and getting sexual.

This kind of attraction is nothing out of the ordinary for Steve.

Steve has something most other guys don’t have: a wheelchair. He’s quadriplegic. Read the rest of this entry »

I quit going to the gym.

Why? Is it because I’m lazy?

Nope. I’m driven as hell.

Is it because I don’t want to get huge and muscular?

Nope. I’d love to have a killer physique.

It’s for one reason: Time.

Every morning, I get up and I workout for about 20 minutes before breakfast. Sure, if I spent an hour or two at the gym every day, I would get bigger a lot faster.

But I know something about myself.

I know, that if I set myself up to do an hour a day, I won’t do it!

I may be able to keep it up for a week or two or three. But then something will happen.

I’ll get busy with my coaching sessions. Or I’ll get up extra early to finish editing my upcoming book. Or I’ll go on vacation.

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I don’t like when women fight over me.

I’m not enticed by the prospect of a two-woman bar brawl ignited over the possibility of going home with me.

Can’t we all just get along?

I scan the uptown restaurant/bar, looking for my friend Mike.

I haven’t seen Mike in a while, so it will be nice to catch up with him.

I spot him sitting alone at the bar. Three seats away from him is a cute girl.

“What’s up, man,” I say to him as I get to the bar.

We talk for a moment and agree to get some dinner sitting at the bar. I turn to the cute girl, now one seat separating us, and ask her, “How’s the food here?”

She tries to answer but her mouth is full, so she half mumbles, half laughs and gives a thumbs up. Read the rest of this entry »

“Smile!” Eric Weber admonished to the audience on the tape.

It was the late 90′s.

I was driving along the New Jersey Turnpike in my Plymouth Reliant listening to dating guru Eric Weber’s popular tape How to Talk to Girls.

“When you don’t smile,” said Eric Weber, “women will think, ‘What can I do to please him!’ But when you do smile, she feels more comfortable.”

It didn’t totally make sense to me. Don’t you want women to wonder what they can do to please you?

This was part and parcel to the confusing tutelage and conflicting messages I experienced when trying to learn to meet women back in those days.

As I drove along the Turnpike, I sucked in all the knowledge I could from Eric Weber. This was the fifth time I had listened to the tape. I was on my way to meet up with my friend and bandmate Ken.

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