10 Turnoffs That Make Good Guys Wave Goodbye

I'm a bad girl seeking for a good guy, is there something about me that made them go away?? Well I think not, maybe I'm just too pretty, they couldn't handle too much pressure. *lol

Thinking you shooed them like a bug? Well, here's something for you to ponder on. *wink *wink

10 Turnoffs That Make Good Guys Wave Goodbye

You're sitting across from a great guy you met on Yahoo! Personals. You can't remember the last time a first date went so well. You're attracted to the guy. He has all the qualities you're looking for in a mate. He would even get your mom's approval.

The date ends and you actually have butterflies. Not only does this guy have second and third date potential, but you can smell a relationship. Unfortunately, a week passes and the cold reality sinks in that this great guy has no intention of ever seeing you again.

Where did you go wrong?

How could you have misunderstood what you thought was great chemistry? Maybe it's time you learned the top 10 turnoffs that make good guys wave goodbye. If any of these fictional female daters sound like you, it's time for a first-date makeover.

1. Misleading Maggie: Her profile says no kids, athletic and raking in the big bucks. The first date reveals two young kids, an extended waistline and unemployment checks.
“Nothing says trust issues for a guy more than lies from the get-go"

2. Insecure Ilene: She reads into every comment a guy makes. She wants to know right away if date #2 can be tomorrow. She asks you to call the minute you get home. This clingy nature screams of a potential needy girlfriend lacking independence.

3. Third-Degree Donna: The cross-examination begins before the menus arrive. The questions are coming fast and furious, and the guy begins to feel like the defendant on the stand in a criminal trial. If a guy feels stuck under the interrogation lights, he'll run for the hills.

4. Tardy Tina: She arrives late, she no-shows, she changes plans last-minute, she loses his number, she flat-out just doesn't respect a guy's time. Fashionably late is one thing; keeping a guy waiting 30 minutes or no-showing is unacceptable.

5. High-Maintenance Hilda: "Thanks for taking me to this nice restaurant, but couldn't you get a table by the window?" “The feeling that nothing is ever good enough makes a guy quit trying to impress”
A simple thank you for a nice dinner is a better way to go.

6. Chatterbox Charlene: The conversation doesn't have to be 50 percent talking and 50 percent listening, but if she does all the talking it feels more like a seminar than a date. Charlene's opposite cousin, Pulling Teeth Patricia, is equally unsettling, making the guy do all the work.

7. Still-Hurting Sally: First dates are notorious for spilling the beans on what went wrong with prior relationships. Sharing an amusing anecdote is good; making it clear you're not over your ex-boyfriend is a definite no-no.

8. Game Player Gina: "Maybe I'll kiss you goodnight, maybe I won't."
“Good guys like to know where they stand” They leave the game-playing for the sports field. There's nothing wrong with flirting, but just know when it crosses over into deception and confusion.

9. Conceited Colleen: "Any guy would be lucky to have me." Guess what, the great guy across the table is also a real catch. Stop assuming every guy doesn't deserve you, and then you'll be on your way to actually landing a good one.

10. Matrimony Maureen: He dips his egg roll in duck sauce when all of a sudden she spills the beans on what they should name their kids. Intense relationships can be exciting for a good guy, but walking down the aisle before you walk each other home for the first time is a turn-off.

Is it hot or is it me?

It happened a couple of months back, I always like to kiss girls since I was in high school but I'm not sure if I'm a BI since I've never tried it with another girl though I fancy it some times. Carmela (the girl on the picture) would always call me sexy eyes. I dunno if she lusts me or what. Anyway, I always get myself into a kinky trouble when I'm drunk. I usually get naughty to attract people. I dance, I get to clung myself and all that. One time I was dancing with my friends when we saw her. Another friend approached her and asked her if she could dance with us. As we were grinding in the dance floor, our boobies accidentally bumped. Our eyes met, staring at each other with amusement when our friends teased us. She started to grind herself closer to me as I held her waist. I pulled her even closer and then I kissed her! I'm not sure if she likes it (and I found out recently that she did like it because she said she miss my lips haha) but she kissed back, our tongues were playing with one another. Our friends were already cheering for us so we parted and continued dancing. *lol

One night, I was in another party, I was bored and horny when I saw this lady. She was freakin' HOT! Tall, blond, sexy and wild! I can't help but stare at her boobs, they were as big or even bigger than mine. She was wearing a sexy top, with a deep neckline and a tight skirt. But what attracted me most is her hazel eyes --- they were dark, so alive and naughty. Her buns are so tight, so firm as if she's grinding on top of me. She danced like there's no tomorrow. She was stunningly gorgeous.

As I took the last sip of my margarita, our eyes met and she smiled. I thought I felt something hot just below my belly, my face fired up, but I locked my eyes on her. I kept on staring at her, as she danced with another guy. But in my surprise, she never darted her eyes away from me. I felt something hot within me -- is it hot or is it me?

I heard her friend called her for a shot of tequila. I noticed that she was still looking at me, her eyes were inviting as she gave her lips a soft bite. As I was staring on their group, I heard her called another friend and asked if she could put some salt on her breasts. Her friend obediently did what she asked and I chuckled when she held her breasts uptight and started licking the salt, without taking her eyes off me. Then, she took the shot of tequila --- she was more inviting than ever as she wiped the tequila drops from her chin with her finger and finally sucked it.
She cleaned it up with her tongue, and she started dancing again. She was amazing.

I felt the urge to follow her when she went to the washroom. It was occupied that time so she waited there and started retouching. She was fixing her hair when the lady came out from the washroom. I stood next to her when she gazed on me. She looked on me across the mirror and she gave me a smile.

"Are you gonna use the washroom?" she asked.

"Yeah, but you can go first," I said.

"Nah, it's OK. You can use it now."

I combed my hair with my fingers. "Why don't you just join me?"

"Sure."

And we went inside.

It was a dark, toilet with a huge mirror in front of it. I turned around because I thought she might feel awkward but I caught her staring at me as she slowly pull her undies down. She's wearing a white thong.

I heard her peeing but I tried not to pay attention. I'm thinking of something to say to make her stay. I wanted to stay with her for sometime, I wanted to do something with her. She was f#&king hot, I could shag her right away.

She stood up and parted her legs to wipe her clit. And when she pulled her thong up, I caught a glimpse of her p#&sy. I noticed that hers was fully shaved. She stared at me again so I pretended as if I checking my make-up.

She grinned.

It was my turn to use the toilet. I pulled down my undies, and sat down comfortably. I stared at her ass then checked her out. I gasped when I thought I saw her fondling her breasts, sticking her tongue out to contour every corner of her lips. She lifted her skirt and I thought I saw a tissue on her right butt cheek.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"You have a tissue in your ass."

"Really? Where?" She turned around to check it herself. "I can't see it, can you remove it?"

Her voice was so alluring.

I wiped my p#&sy with a tissue, pulled my panties up and sat down. "Come closer."

She lifted her skirt that I could see her tattoo on her belly. Then she turned around, she leaned her arms in the mirror as she bent down to have me checked her ass but it happened to be a bit closer, so close that I could smell the sweet scent of it. It was more inviting than ever. And without any hesitation, I licked it.

I grabbed her legs so she can't move. She tried to struggle but slowly gave up as I tried to slip my tongue inside her p#&sy. I slid her undies to the side so I can have a better view of it. I begun to lick her p#&sy again and started fondling her right breast. She gave a soft moan and started fondling her other breast too. I kept on slipping my tongue inside her as I massaged her clit. She wasn't complaining anymore.

She was moaning even louder, she was asking for more.

I stood up and kissed her. And she kissed back. She tried to play with my clit but I held her wrist, "I'll take care of it." And kissed her eyelids.

She leaned to the mirror, facing me. She lifted her leg so I could see her masturbating, her other hand caressing her breast. She was almost naked now. I started fondling my breasts and massaging my clit but I'm in the urge of satisfying her. I placed her hand to her breast as I knelt down on her and started licking her again. This time, I inserted a finger inside her p#&sy, checked her if she got hurt. She seemed to like it so I inserted two fingers. Up, down... she was really wet. She tried to lick her nipple in between of those moans. She craved for more. She wanted it so bad.

We heard a few knocks from the door. It was the club manager asking what's taking us so long. She was in a hurry to fix herself up, so it was pretty obvious that she f#&ked in there. So I combed her hair with my fingers and placed it to her lips. She suckled them as I kissed her nape, "You were great darling..."

She turned around to face me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, I took a card from my wallet and slid it in between her breasts. "Call me up when you ain't busy."

I'm still f#&king her til now. And she's f#&king hot!

You're not in Love

I was browsing through imeem and saw this song. It hit Manila like a storm when I was still a teeny-boop swooning over those yucky boy bands which is unacceptable nowadays. Anyway, here's something for you to listen to. *wink

Sun is shining, the rain comes in
And I don't know what to do, Oh...
I don't know where I'm going or where I've been cos my mind is hooked on you.
Words escape me and tears come down and day slowly turns to night
And I think of all we could have been,
I gave up the fight.
And you don't (You don't),
Understand (Understand),
Girl you make me all I am,
But I'm starting to see, just how hard it can be, on my own
And I'm sorry baby won't you come home?
You said that we'd been defeated,
But oh I am so addicted,
Your love is all I need to get by.
You told me that you and I would always be true,
But you lied
And you're not in love and I don't know why.
No, I don't know why.
The days around me and years roll on
And I still don't think it's right (Don't think it's right)
And I have so much love to give,
But I gave up the fight.
Now you don't (You don't),
Understand (Understand),
Girl you made me all I am,
Now I started to see, just how hard it could be, on my own
And I'm sorry baby won't you come home?
You said that we'd been defeated,
But oh I am so addicted,
Your love is all I need to get by.
You told me that you and I would always be true,
But you lied
And you're not in love and I don't know why.
No I can't make it alone (I don't know why)
And I can't be here without you in my life
And so I ask you, why, you still deny?
And you don't,
Understand,
Girl you made me all I am
But I'm starting to see, just how hard it can be, on my own
And I'm sorry baby won't you come home?
You said that we'd been defeated,
But oh I am so addicted,
Your love is all I need to get by.
You told me that you and I would always be true,
But you lied
And you're not in love and I don't know why.
No, I don't know why,
Just tell me why,
Please tell me why.

Why I lust you...

This is not the first time I fell in lust with someone I met from the screen of my television. It wasn't the first time I imagined these people to sleep with me every night. And it wasn't the first time I've had thoughts of these guys touching me, caressing every inch of me as I lay down to my bed -- it wasn't the first time I lived in my fantasy world.

I was a huge fan of Ariel Rivera.
I fell in love with Bret Hart.
I let Johnny Depp shag me in a party.
I was crazy for A1.
I had a great time with Nick Carter.
I was stunned by The Rock's charms.
I adored Tom Cruise.
I worshiped Brad Pitt,
and now... I AM head over heels in lust with you



If this would me some kind of a lunatic, the hell with it. I am in love with that devilish smile that made you look like an angel. I'm lost for those eyes, those captivating, expressive eyes that I would never ask you to dart them away. Your lean, masculine arms that I wouldn't wish you to let go whenever you hold me next to your heart. Those lips -- so sweet, so tempting... oh how I love them!

I guess it doesn't really matter anymore if I don't get to watch every appearances you've made, or if I don't get to read any article and every wonderful thing they say about you. Heck, I won't even bother to know what's new with you. But you know I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. I'm here to laugh and cry with you... and I want you to know that I think about you all the time and I want you to know that I desire you.

You're a God.
You're every woman's fantasy.
You're a food for unfortunate souls.

Whenever I think of you, I end up thinking of things I want to DO with you. Like Akon said: I wanna f#&k you.

Yes, that's what I wanna do.

If only I could f#&k you now...

I've always imagine you holding me like a baby as you thrust yourself deeply into mine. I'll let you screw me wherever you want to. I would be comfortable with my clothes off just to let you f#&k me as long as you want to.

Because I lust you.
I lust every inch of you.
I lust your flaws.
I lust everything about you.

I use this picture as my wallpaper. Since then, You get to enthrall me with your charms. I get to place my finger to contour every angle of your face.I get to look you in the eye. I get to kiss you every day and night.

I won't apologize if I'm trying to live a perfect life with you in my surreal world. I only know how to appreciate beauty but I don't admire them. I rarely do. You are truly glamorous and I'm sorry if this one turns out to be somehow dreadful, fans don't get to write some nasty stories about their idols, do they? *wink

But you know what? If you only knew how maniac I am, I think you're gonna love me too. *lol

xoxoxo

Beauty, Beauteous, Beautiful

I have Beauty.

I am a beauteous woman.

I'm simply Beautiful.

Beauty is not a superficial form
Each has their own in essential nature
And in the actions they perform
Until the dissolution of their life
To leave beauty’s impressions in our hearts
Yesterdays beauty never leaves or departs.

Beauty is all around
Each and every place it may be found
As you look with open eyes
Upon the forms that nature makes
Then man seeks to imitate
Yearning to match that beauty all around.

Beauty if you cannot find
Beauty must be in mind
Beauty is in purity
Beauty of simplicity
Beauty runs right through and through
Beauty in me, and them, and you.

Beauty, beauteous, beautiful
Beauty in heaven
Beauty in fire
Beauty in earth
And finally beauty in a simple verse.

I'm lovin' it!

I got this text messages from a pervert like me, never thought he could be serious at times. *lol

Once...

I loved.
I believed.
I trusted.
I failed.
I cried.
I moved on.

Then I loved again.

I invested.
I exerted.
I hoped.
I fought.

But eventually...

I became weak.
I got tired.
I let go.

Love doesn't always succeed but it always teach us to let go if we can no longer hold on.

True enough, not everyone has a happy ending... but there is always a new beginning.


I'm a no-no fan of forwarded quotes (although I spam on their phones sometimes *wink) But eventually, I stopped and had a thought about it. Fairy tales do have happy endings. How come it never existed in the real cosmos? Or worse, in my absurd world.

Here's another quote:

I was told not to hurt the heart of whom I love so much... But when I was so busy taking care of the heart, I never noticed my own was slowly dying.

In my years of existence, I've never had a real boyfriend. But I've always had someone whom I can f#&k with whenever I need to pass out (And I'm telling you -- they really stay *lol). But eventually, I got tired, I think I'm getting old. And I realized, it isn't enough to make myself happy. To have contentment. To be pampered. To enjoy life at it's best.

Until I met him - the guy whom I lust so much.

We kissed.
We f#&ked.
We're happy
Until I fell in love
I'm in love.
He wasn't.
I'm bummed.
He's busy.
I was honest.
He's foolish.
I let go.
He didn't mind.

And I'm screwed!

Can't I just f#&k around? Sex always has a happy ending anyway.

Even bad sex feels good...

I'm kinda tired of waiting for Mr. not-so-Right. I'm tired of waiting for something wonderful to step into my cold, cruel world. I'm tired of waiting for someone who will knock me off my feet. I am tired of waiting for him to appreciate every inches of me. And most of all, I'm tired of making myself believe that he will love me and he will love me despite of what I am.

I'm maybe too young to think so much about it, but hey --- I guess I deserve some loving!

Sigh.

Anyway, I'm not closing my door for someone who can take me despite of my ridiculous way of thinking towards love and sex. This is what I am, and if my being lustful and uninhibited makes people think I'm freakin' indecent? So be it. I am not sorry for the way I embrace my sexuality and how I shamelessly flaunt it. I love to love and be loved but I'm more in love with sex and the benefits it gives me. Why don't you start loving it? Life has never been this GOOD without it. *wink