The Friend Zone

jsaint25:

As a single dude, the idea of the “Friend Zone” can be often encountered subject.  Lately, I feel like I’ve been seeing this subject pop up online around me with more frequency in blogs and comments, and other articles.

Well, It got me thinking.

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Truth from my the brilliant mind that is my older brother =)

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A very, very well written answer to a question that’s just plain old stupid. 

If you’re experiencing the Nice Guy Syndrome, you put yourself there. If you’re in the Friend Zone, you put yourself there. The girl or woman that you’re after didn’t put you there you did.

MAN UP. FIND YOUR BALLS. GET OUT THERE AND BE THE KING THAT YOU ARE AND CLAIM YOUR KINGDOM, IDIOT. 

FINALLY I found it!!!

ARE YOU OK WITH THAT?

susnshin:

hello, everyone hating on victoria’s secret models needs to take a look at this.

going to try and follow this meal plan for tomorrow!

Share your secrets girls! And, yeah stop with the hate on these women. They work hard for everything they have.

(via fitnesslikeaboss)

just sayin’

just sayin’

(Source: lawsofmodernman)

1. You might break a nail.

2. You could even bruise a male ego or two.

3. You’ll eat properly and still be able to lose fat. Work of the devil!

4. You’ll look more like an athlete and less like a runway model. Skeletal is sexy, right?

5. You’ll be able to lift heavy things without asking a man for help, thus upsetting the balance of the universe.

6. You will be seen in public without high heels.

7. You’ll grunt, sweat and feel sore. So unladylike!

8. You’ll be proud of your pert bum instead of being self conscious about it like a normal woman.

9. You’ll be more active and confident instead of sitting around looking pretty. What are you, some kind of feminist?

10. You’ll be stronger, leaner and sexier – and we all know where that can lead!

HAHAHAHAHAHA LOL =D

(Source: thespartanwarrior)

Options

I saw this post and I asked myself, “Why shouldn’t I consider her an option?” Seriously man? 1. Your grammar is wrong. “No girl deserves to be an option.” or “No girls deserve to be options.” are correct. 2. If you’re not looking at her as an option, she definitely is.

It’s a dis-empowering, delusional, and castrating statement.

"You sound like a  dick." I have one and a solid pair of balls.

Woman, you are an option to me just like I am to you. I strive to be the best option available to you. I have expectations, standards, factors of attraction, just like you. They are equally high in regards to myself as they are to you. You and I will match or we won’t. Will it kill me that we don’t match and you go after the next option? That will depend on our connection but you walking away to someone better simply means that I must improve on myself and be the best.  

It’s a heart-win, heart-lose world out there for a single guy. Between the flowers, presents, and chocolates, the wining and dining, the creepers and the crazies, nice guys and assholes, it’s competition. And you’re fair game

I am a gentleman, desiring the desirable. I give chase until the value of such pursuits no longer pleases me. Not so much a ladies man, but a lady’s man

Be the best option for me, until then my options are open

"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."

Anaïs Nin  (via lawsofmodernman)

SHE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP! Night friends =)

alandeep:

Your masquera outlines the era of the mask, the generation of the generic. Laying down foundation for fake faces and brainless taste in post-modern couture creation.   Sex sells and money is safe haven, so you bathe in the shallow end of misogynistic eyes, making sure your thighs  are just as smooth as your lies.   Your caramel-covered curves cut caves into the helpless hearts of half-witted men.You have them hoping they stand a chance, and with every glance you lead the weak to peril. You’re a tease, but more to yourself than others. You seek the affection of those who despise you yet don’t recognize those who give you attention. Life is cruel and you feel it.   So cover yourself in everyone’s fantasy until even the sharp-minded can’t see that you still sport a costume even when you’re naked. Now your body is public  and your mind is vacant.   You think with your eyes and you threw away your heart because it weighs too much and your stomach is already starved. Another layer of make-up  to make up for your empty soul, because you sold that one for  designer shoes and a fur coat to fight the cold.   The era of empty shells, The age of ageless skin, You are perfection to the naked eye, but a just mannequin within.

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alandeep:

Your masquera outlines the era of the mask,
the generation of the generic.
Laying down foundation for fake faces
and brainless taste in
post-modern couture creation.
 
Sex sells and money is safe haven,
so you bathe in the shallow end
of misogynistic eyes,
making sure your thighs 
are just as smooth as your lies.
 
Your caramel-covered curves cut caves
into the helpless hearts of half-witted men.
You have them hoping they stand a chance,
and with every glance you lead the weak to peril.
You’re a tease,
but more to yourself than others.
You seek the affection of those who despise you
yet don’t recognize those who give you attention.
Life is cruel and you feel it.
 
So cover yourself in everyone’s fantasy
until even the sharp-minded can’t see
that you still sport a costume
even when you’re naked.
Now your body is public 
and your mind is vacant.
 
You think with your eyes
and you threw away your heart
because it weighs too much
and your stomach is already starved.
Another layer of make-up 
to make up for your empty soul,
because you sold that one for 
designer shoes and a fur coat to fight the cold.
 
The era of empty shells,
The age of ageless skin,
You are perfection to the naked eye,
but a just mannequin within.

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