Not sure how this is difficult to understand


How to impress …

How to impress a woman, Compliment her, Cuddle her, Kiss her, Caress her, Love her, Stroke her, Tease her, Comfort her, Protect her, Hug her, Hold her, Spend money on her, Wine & Dine her, Buy things for her, Listen to her, Care for her, Stand by her, Support her, Go to the ends of the earth for her. How to impress a man, Show up naked & bring beer.

Hehe so true… But worth it when you have the right girl

Living with Women (Part 2)

Since there is no possible way I can manage to fit everything that I learned from 9 months of living with 13 women into one post, I thought I’d pitch in a few more….

As a male, the word ‘plan’ is quite difficult for us to understand, we wake up when we want and do what we want, without prior thought. But I realized only into my first week that these girls run on self-made schedules that kept them occupied doing things I would never imagine doing.

For instance, in the life of a male a Saturday morning doesn’t exist…because its in our genes to either a.) get home late from the club and pass out or b.) sleep right through it… thus we never experience it.

Not these ladies…they’re going out for runs at 9 or 10am, fully equipped with tights and the latest footwear, and often I’d walk into them…coming home from the club.

We have a chat and talk about their plans for the day; then they ask how my night was and what I planned on doing. Since I’m running on all sorts of chemicals, I refrain from the graphic details of my naughty night and give the basics, such as “It was fucking amazing” and “I’ll see you when I wake up.”

The plans didn’t stop there however… I would often walk into the kitchen and see decorations going up, seeing balloons and glitter I would give them a funny look and ask what’s going on. “Oh it’s Mexican night we told you about if a few days ago…. But we’re pretty sure you were high.”

I probably was… but before I met these girls I never had a plan…I had just finished a Eurotrip, going without a second thought for which city I was travelling to the next day.  Yes!!! Freedom!!! If I woke up and felt like going to Madrid then that’s where I was gonna’ fuckin’ be that evening.

But eventually their plans got to me…. yes, they infected me…. But it’s a good infection, because if they didn’t barrage me with all their plans, I would have never thought about checking for work in Barcelona and then coming down here to evaluate the environment, considering the crisis and all.

I would’ve probably stayed somewhere in cloudy ol’ England and wouldn’t have the amazing job I have now with Stoke Travel. So plans are valuable…but you still will never see me awake before noon on a Saturday though.

Fuck… that….