The Female Species (And Why Us Men Will Never Understand Them) *PLEASE READ TOO LADIES*

Man I could go on and on and on, but I'll try to keep this to my usual 2 or 3 paragraphs. I've had the average amount of "female companions" in my 31 years. And unlike any other trial and error experiment, I have not learned ANYTHING from any of them. Just when I think I have a grasp on the thinking process of this very mysterious species, I am presented with new evidence that prooves I actually know nothing. I have been lied to, cheated on, and ignored.....I've even been given the "'Honey-I-love-you-I'll-see-you-tomorrow'-and-never-heard-from-again" routine. I would like to think I am a nice guy. Anybody that knows me would agree. I've spent my entire life keeping a good reputation. And that is harder than you would think. Of all these story-tellers, magicians, and escape artists known as women, there are a few that go against the grain and are genuinely out to better their signifigant other's lives. And I tip my hat to you ladies. You deserve the utmost respect, loyalty, and love from the men whose lives you bless.

Now here's where I get confused. Out of that select group of females that I mentioned above, there is a sub-group that are with some of the most abusive, vile, and cruel, men that walk the face of the planet. And rather than running as fast as they can from these monsters, they stay right there with them. Sometimes even justifying their actions and saying "Oh I deserved to get hit in the face with that hot iron" This makes it really hard for guys like me ladies. The opportunity for me to find one of these special women gets thinner for each one of you that takes a fist to the temple area. I'm sorry if I offend any of you, I'm just stating from my observations. After all isn't that what the whole dating scene is? One big social experiment?

I think Bill Maher said it best..."Women cannot complain about men anymore until they start getting better taste in them." So ladies, if you are in an abusive relationship, mental or physical....GET OUT. There are still guys out there like me who know how to be gentlemen and would treat you like queens the rest of your lives........Thanks for listening.

TO MY FATHER.

November 5th, 2010. That was the day I lost my dad. 1 year ago today was the worst day of my life. My father was feeling ill for a few weeks. We (meaning my sister and his sisters) tried to get him to go to the hospital, but being the proud man he was, he refused. He was always that way. He was the type of man that would get his arm chopped off and just say "oh well go get me some string, a needle, and some hydrogen peroxide, I'll be alright" I laugh as I say that because it's true, as ridiculous as it sounds. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not making  fun of him or trying to make light of the situation. I just know that dad would rather me laugh and be happy about the time we had together than sit around boo-hooing about the time we now don't.

Now for those of you that never had the privilege of meeting my father I'll sum him up in a few words the best I can. He was not only MY dad. He was not only my sisters dad. He was anyone's dad that needed one. Between me and my sister we always had some freind that would rather spend their days over at my house than their own. Especially in the summer when there was no school. They knew that they would be welcomed over there like it WAS their home. Now that went for the ugly (we now refer to it as "responsible") side of childhood too. If it was my day to mow the lawn and I had a freind that was staying over there for a few days....they were "responsible" to help me. If my sister had a freind staying with her and it was her day to clean the kitchen and do the dishes, her freinds were supposed to help too.

I was born on my dad's 22nd birthday. I guess you could say I was the best birthday present he had. Unlike Molly Ringwald my parents never forgot my birthday. I guess it would have hard to. He was usually the first person to tell me "Happy Birthday" an vice versa. So November 5th is not the day I will remember as the day he died, but the day I'll have to celebrate birthday's without my dad. Sorry to bring everybody down. But that's what a blog is for isn't it? To express one's feelings. Thanks for listening!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!